Uhh..I love wolves, and my dearest. I hate my poetry writing, although it does calm me down quite a bit. Regardless to what you think, I am NOT a slitter. I wish I was. I have a weak stomach when it comes to human blood -_-; Figures. Well yea. Rate and..yesh. |
Out of the shadows,
Can you hear the blood...
As I sit and watch my life's memories in that open...
I stare restless...
Out of the shadows,
Can you hear the blood...
The child was lulled into an endless sleep.
His breathing stopped, his body pale...
Angels and Demons
(Heaven...
The wolf's soul runs wild and free.
Through the wicked eyes are burning embers of...
No matter how hard you laugh, no matter how big your smile, you can't hide the pain inside. |
I can no longer hear the sweet nothings of innocence, only the fatal promises of Death. |
Suicide is just a way of telling God that I quit. |