10/12/15
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with