I don't get looked at anymore
my shoulder still catches your tears...
Its not a poem...
Hey (insert name here when i decide who actually...
You're the thief
You come to steal and kill...
So long since I've kissed those lips...
I've had her wine running through my veins...
The end is near
The ground falls away...
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...
Sometimes, I like to sit out at night
and stare at the big round moon...
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...