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
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
