History's Forgotten Past
The fragile existence sounds in the wind...
Their once was a place I knew
it sheltered me from harm...
I walk down this street,
In a world painted black...
Crimson liquid spluttered everywhere,
The fume of the room stinks like hell...
Bare with me, this is my FIRST non-rhyming poem...
Death and burning flames...
It's funny how everyone's scared of hell...
From the shadows creeps a quiet man,
who never breaks the silence...
Death is here
No need to fear...
In the back of the room, on top of a shelf, sits a...
Take them out, just one by one, and each will tell...
I wanna be in your arms
please take the pain away...
Willie, with a thirst for gore,
Nailed his sister to the door...
Who is this little girl?
Why is she crying near the ocean...