i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me

“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know

Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with

Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are

You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve

i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve

right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may

They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a

There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind