Fear.
What is the cause of such a thing...
One man, son of the midnight sky
Everlasting life, born never to die...
I see myself. But is it really me?
I cannot tell if III am what I see...
My train of thought has just derailed
Into my heart something impaled...
Come to the Beautiful City of the Dead,
where all forms of the past were led...
And now here we see,
a sad picture as an angel sings...
My anger fills me full.
the skys, they are my friend...
Down into my grave, a headstone of turmoil
A coffin of maggots, a funeral of ghosts...
I see the pain behind the mask.
I see it cause it glows...
Please don't be like me
Don't slice your arms just because of depression...
From twisted vines to empty hearts
And sanctuaries came and gone...
Hey this is not a poem i know and I'm sorry but i...