His whisper lulled
her aching beauty...
There ain't no light yet it was bright
And clear that she was in fright...
Hail and many praises to The Saint of Hunger...
Vicious saint. Eater of flesh and healthy hearts...
I look in the mirror and wonder just who i am
A sting of pain rushes through my clenched palm...
The sky is finally alive with light,
But your weary mind has stopped the fight...
Ever felt a head so heavy
it flops from one side...
I feel like a pawn in their game
I am not even a white knight...
Watch my friends
you shall see...
2014-07-10 14:25
If I were a snowflake...
Cat is really nice
she gives my life some spice...
They called me fat.
but they went away...
She gave me a taste and I took it on chance,
I had no idea not even a glance...