THIS TASK Carrying out the order The stone that I must cast Kill the one who speaks first Watch his blood drain fast Tell them to speak softly The one who kills is near He’ll take away our dreams Our souls he’s sore to steal This task is dark and evil It will dam my… Continue reading The Task
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My Life and I
Is it wrong to think I’m right? Life’s a never-ending fight And just when you’re ahead You suddenly fall back again Does time feel like a threat to you? That’s the way it is for me I’m trapped no matter what I do I just want to be free I don’t know who my friends… Continue reading My Life and I
Friends hurt you the Best
A small part of me dies whenever I see my former friends succeed. I feel so pathetic when I look up at them from my place of misery. But they can’t even see me. And they never really did. It’s so easy to keep enemies away, but I never thought to protect myself from my… Continue reading Friends hurt you the Best
Betrayal
Friendship is a gift, A gift we all receive, Friends say they’re there forever, This we all believe. Time you spend together, Time your not alone, Endless nights talking, Upon the telephone. They like it when you’re happy, They help when you are sad, Friends say they’ll stay forever, Even when things go bad. They… Continue reading Betrayal
Society’s Little Outcast
I’m the thorn among the roses, The pebble in the sand. I need someone to comfort me, Someone to hold my hand.
The Soulless Hunter
I am the one of which you hope your dreams do not contain. Im the poison ivy that that chokes the tree. I hunt in the dead of night and collect the bodies of the dead and send them to my enemies. Any who stand in my way are taken down.
the hunter
I am the one of which you hope your dreams do not contain. I’m the poison ivy that that chokes the tree. I hunt in the dead of night and collect the bodies of the dead and send them to my enemies.
All Seeing Eyes
Eyes that know so much, but tell so little, Only through deception can we reveal our true selves. People change, but time remains the same. The flesh of the unrighteous are the vessels of the soul.
Lost
Every time I stare into the mirror I see nothing I see my blank face and empty stare I see my bloodstained hands and I see the boy who has lost his way
My Pleasent Death
I sit in my room hollding the knife, pondering if I should take this gigantic step towards death or brush it off again as I have so many times in the past.