(2015)
09/28/15
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice