Wrote this when i was six or seven.
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind