(2013)
10/10/13
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize