eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
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
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…