To walk where i have not known To reep the seed of sorow i’v sown Everything but me has flown I wait to fly or to die as i watch them in the sky I will go walking around searching for others in this town there are none like me at all it seems…. small… Continue reading left to die=poetry
Tag: first poems
Why I became gothic.
School DaysI live in a jail cell,so dark and damp.I hold on the bars,my feet touching the cold ground,remembering who put me here,why and how it was done.