03/26/15
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
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”
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have