06/21/16
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
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”
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with