09/09/14
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
what do you do when your worst fears are realized when the words you’ve dreaded hearing have been spoken where will you go now that
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past