right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
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”
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me