I am trying truly dieing
To my past there's no denying...
I look into the broken pieces
Of the mirror upon the floor...
Thou shall not fall on bended knee
to honor a god of imagination...
~this poem is a corrected version of my old poem...
I lived in a dungeon full of chains...
~this is a improved version of my poem...
Sometimes if you have something to say...
Jesus gave his life on the cross,
many people saw this as his loss...
I'm walking under the rock
So quiet and surreal...
One day everything will change,
I will then go where the wind takes me...
I once was abused
I felt torn and forgotten...
Through all my sadness
Through all my pain...
It's all so wonderful
the mountains and trees...
Temptation lurks around the corner
Striking down each joyful mourner...