(2013)
This poem is bad I know so please help
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
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
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are