Misery, anger, hate and fear
these are the demons...
I was born as a human and died one night,
it was cold and chilled my bones...
She walks across a garden full of snow,
In this garden, wild roses grow...
Cold, lonely ember
Died out suddenly...
I'll wash away your tears with my bleeding heart.
I'll pray...
Born in the desert just like a sandstorm,
pulling every inch of strength to strike...
The sand has covered my toes beneath,
they're sinking fast into concrete...
It's really cold in here
The place is pitch black...
Put me on the ground,
Suck the cold blood from my knees...
Blood and tears,
Death and fears...
Rusted life bruised bent roted burnt and scorned
crying baby never having its last wish fulfilled...
** This poem is strange, it was inspired by one of...
Your mind, your spirit, discarnate...