i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
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