(2013)
10/10/13
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong