03/12/15
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
we are a new race rising with ice in our blood we will fight any body because we are family “we are a new breed rising
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually