Pain, blood, cuts, and knives,
Only blackened hate still survives...
Eyes burning with tears but not releasing,
Her will to live is slowly decreasing...
I have a friend named Rochelle
who is no longer here...
Pick them out,
put them in a box...
You are no longer my boy, No longer my friend. You...
I hate you so much, i hope you f u c k ing die. I...
The blade deep inside my back,
Twisting and turning...
I am sorry. this will not rhyme. this is not a...
for who has the heart to downgrade poems? do you...
I feel sick inside,
dark, lonely and alone...
It's time meet the children
with stories of pain and crime...
Somebody is watching
Thats the feeling I get...
The Nights Eyes
The darkness is my calus...
She Dreams
of knives, guns, and bombs...