08/29/15
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts