A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
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
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
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
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
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
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own