05/18/16
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live