(2013)
11/06/13
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
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
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me