I lay in my bed and put on my head phones
The ipod music pumps in my ear...
Down in the dark dirty streets lays a man,
Afraid of himself with no one to lend a hand...
Is it an angelic face or a flawless soft delicate...
my friend this is not beauty for it is a human...
As I grew up
I had lack of identity...
To arms, to arms, there is a fight,
Heaven and Hell are in deathly plight...
What if the road where you walking at is endless..
and every mistake comes back...
This is such a terrible
Word...
Someday our past will be a blur,
Nothing more then a smudge on a mirror...
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The other night...
I wrote this after I saw the movie "World...
We need to stop this thing called terrorism...
She is...
my beautiful sister whom I love & adore...
Take a sip from this disease,
Any glass you may eat...