06/26/14
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
what do you do when your worst fears are realized when the words you’ve dreaded hearing have been spoken where will you go now that
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
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
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 tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword