09/09/14
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
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
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
How my heart does beat simply by reading your words How it feels like it shall burst from me when you are near When time and space separate
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
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