Below a crimson sky,
A river of blood...
Life is death but death isn't life,
life is harsh leading to death...
As i look out of my window
I see the pouring rain...
Take a deeper look into a poet's heart plagued by...
Mystical illusions peaking in and out that...
Pain is something we all feel
Life can sometimes be a raw deal...
I thought I had it all figured out,
My beliefs, opinions, and what I’m all...
Listen.
Listen and if you listen closely...
So young and cute
As he stairs into your eyes...
The remnants of a sword, charred and now quite...
Encrusted in the foul blood of heinous deeds...
Don't look down on me
I already look down on myself...
You think you know me
But it's hard to make you see...
~This poem isn’t about one girl in...
Its funny how...