03/16/15
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be