10/09/13
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
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
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
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
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
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