(2015)
09/28/15
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
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
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life