I feel dark in this tired soul
There's nothing left in this world that can make...
The autumn winds blow
cold and fierce...
Too desperate to care
How desperate I look...
For all my kind, there is no peace of mind.
It's as though with in my soul a window darker...
Listen to me now,
I'm not what I want...
Grab my heart, rip it out
squeeze it free it from blood...
This day of thought
and night of rest...
This is another poem i wrote about the Holocaust...
What happens when you're all alone...
They spoke of tortured souls,
So outrageous the devils toll...
Black Devil tears fall dew on the morning's grass,
Giving re-growth to the misery that gave last...
Its not a poem...
Hey (insert name here when i decide who actually...
I don't get looked at anymore
my shoulder still catches your tears...