A change is coming
I can feel it in my soul...
WHAT IS YOUR NATURE?
Is it immature, or still learning, is it like...
You complain that the world is cruel.
You pray that the victims...
Surrounded by refugees a boy sits
cutting diamond wings from Mylar...
I like music
As in, I really like it...
All the scars
Maybe just my skeletons escaping...
Ashes to dust,
forgiveness...
Time, woven into shadows to come and fade,
or change into shades I no longer recognise...
i cant sstop shaking i feel my self being consumed...
mmy mind is going hundreds of miles a hour...
Beauty are those brushstrokes
That beholds the holder's eye...
With God by my side I can do whatever I want...
The devil tells me I can't do something I show him...
AS I SIT HERE IN THE SHADOWS
I WATCH THE SUN EVER SO SLOWLY.......SLIP AWAY...