(2013)
10/10/13
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
How my heart does beat simply by reading your words How it feels like it shall burst from me when you are near When time and space separate
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know