To America
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own