The shallowness of a century Is imbedded in your veins The power to overlook pain is a mockery Compulsion to deny the blood that rains
Tag: blunder
Sonnet 77
King Nothing Life, not worth living without mine own love, Death, noth worth dying if my love hath stayed, My life is fleeting like that of a dove, The light of my life has begun to fade.
I AM
I am pain I am the thunder I am the birth of Satan’s greatest blunder
Torn Cry to Heaven
A torn cry to heaven, god please tell me why, why must I suffer? Why must I cry? How much longer must I wait to die?