stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right

A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time

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’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me

a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i

If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for

Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with

Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed

Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside

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

Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have