On the eve of alluring depth
calls to me like a fragrant ghost...
Born in the desert just like a sandstorm,
pulling every inch of strength to strike...
This is my first poem so don't be too harsh...
Fragments of reality still ringing in my head...
I want sad music to play
I want to see the tears...
You who fear the darkness inside my heart
shall feel the most viscous wrath...
Some say an eye for an eye
makes the whole world blind...
When I was young and not yet schooled
my mom would make me accompany her...
Where I live there are local tales
of a ghost buried by the rails...
With love and passion, we will collide..
bearing nothing but happiness inside...
I hate that i think about you all the time and you...
What the point of living
If i always make a bad choice...
My name is death
but death has no name...