I was born to be perfect To Tell not one lie To not slouch at a table of honor To Not stare in the skies
Tag: wings
Hands
Upon These Hands Of Hope Tears From what Is now Joy Soft Touched Skin
in the end…….
sometimes i lay in bed at nite and wonder why im here. sometimes i just wanna die and disappear into nothing.
My Clown
Laughin while sitting With your face that grins Painted with evil You red nose The beast that I’ve created Sickness that is rising The wanna be that you are A coward that is only an image
Do you see?
Stoned and almost Dead
Divided Messiah
Blackness crawls in through my eyes,Conflict within seems to tear,Hate, it wants me to despise,Love speaks, hate you need not fear.Losses to which I have knelt before,Whipping me till I cannot bear,Pain overflows my heart once more,My soul has lost its only flare.Sounds of fate in my head,Lingering, bound to this empty shell,Death let me… Continue reading Divided Messiah