06/11/14
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
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…
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace