06/23/14
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
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
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for