03/04/15
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know