03/25/15
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
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
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could