go on… just walk out on me silent tears mean nothing to you it seems dreams i had for us, won’t hold you here with me your big plans to leave me are all you need go on, out that door & don’t you look back i’ll do the staring, try to find a way [...]
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In this busy street, there is that place somewhere the rain is falling, making it hard to get there and i have a phone with me and your number too i want to make things right, i am not sure if i should call you i’ve been thinking of all that happened and if any [...]
The clock is feeding on the seconds ready to die each knot is choking a breath of my lyf seems my soul is wrapped on its last string strings being cut out by hate’s harsh knife with torn wings i am trying to fly no sign of success or a rhyme my heart is burning [...]
Prayer from my bloody lips bleeding caused by hate bullets my last moment, THY WILL, will be done tym to come together & become one (lyf & deth becomes one) then i’ll be gone, far from the pain my last moment, here comes the rain i am bleeding, bullet holes burn my skin lyf is [...]
would you take me back into the light been here on the street for a while this is my lyf, my place to be only in dreams, now, is where i’d rather be i wasn’t like this, i wasn’t alone never had to sleep… cold before fell for a plot, so rude and bad snatched [...]
Look out, is there someone behind you In the dark, your worst fears may come true You turn to look but there’s no one around Yet a strange feeling makes you jump at every sound Even as you try to leave them all behind What about the fears made inside your mind A cold [...]
White roses lay bloodied red on the floor screaming tears streamed down her face a blurred vision for an empty future and shards remain of what was once a golden sunshine It’s late at night, when she wakes up peering at the darkness, straining to hear the silence searching for warmth of a loved one [...]
I open my eyes & see things around me i wish i could draw, i feel so sleepy things haven’t changed, nor will they ever staring at the canvas, i let my mind wander i wish i could paint but my pallette is empty i think of something to draw, but my thoughts are empty [...]
