The stench of death fills the air
The taste of blood in my mouth...
People dying,
children crying...
O how the hopeless may dream,
of a better tomorrow...
The impending future,
which we all refused to believe...
Among a garden of beautiful blue,
Secretly hides a red rose's bloom...
Their soul is crippling onto their mind
execution of your good mood...
A mask
is supposed to defy your perspective...
Does every a gothic romance end like this?
With a cut of a kiss against thy wrist...
People lie,
And people die...
Whats your input from my people my color,brown is...
gangs come from us your say we have no...
I am a man lost
In tomorrows reveal...
Life at times is full of pain,
to an extent one can't complain...