got bored after an exam so probably not that good
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
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine