*i dont know if this poem makes much since but i...
I dont know what to do any more...
Freedom!
shouted William Wallace...
Deodorant overpowered
no opponent for my odors...
As my heart fails to find what to write,
My will, my ambition no longer strives to fight...
Its been standing there for years
passed on from generations...
Together God and Satan sow the seeds,
In a garden where roses interlace with weeds...
Held by the hands that helped
To create me, and who I will...
Drowned in a bath tub
a boy robbed of his life...
When i am dying, place a clock on my chest
so the sounds may echo the beats from my breast...
Young and sweet and very confused
all her life mistreated and abused...
A father bids his family goodbye,
his child has fun to where his father is going...
[A new song written by myself and the band. We...
Don't close your eyes...