** To my friends Dad who died on fathers day. He...
** RIP Mr, Mutoc...
My life slipping
My blood dripping...
Three trees appeared on the hill
Three shadows moving in the wind...
As he walks
The expression...
Hollow
Hurting...
She's crying out for help but no one can see
She's dying to be something she can never achieve...
Looking in my fathers eye's
A look so sad as if i died...
As the wind runs through the grass
Beside my open grave...
Soft poetic hands are choking
the speaker of razor-like words spoken...
Shes the girl that makes people smile
She turns they're frown upside down...
I had been thinking about my life over the past...
as i felt my heart beat for the last time i new it...
There is nothing
luck can do...