09/09/14
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
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
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
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”
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away