~Written For a Contest~
Oh My Lord...
It creeps
up on me...
Funeral life is one i lead,
burrying the dead, the blood i bleed...
I gave you my heart
I loved so you much...
Soring through the air
The death angel flies...
No one can hear the screams coming from inside of...
hoping that each passing day will bring a bit of...
What we are,
Is fading away again...
Dissipation and dis-eat it starts from your feet...
We lie wrapped in bedsheets
woven from our own mistrust...
Please for give me, for what I'm about to do.
All of this pain I feel, I'm feeling for you...
My name is Chris
I am three...
It was dark out...10:00.
i couldn't wait for my lover to return...