(2013)
10/10/13
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
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
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
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
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i