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

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

They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor

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

They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a

Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are

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…

What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed

They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I

Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away