It's not because it's Sunday morning
That there are tears now in my eyes...
Inside my soul a graveyard lies,
strickened to a drab scenery...
My heart sinks back against my spine,
As to my fate it's here resigned...
The days are getting harder.
Without you being near...
I've barely coped up 'til now,
but I can't carry on anymore...
There once was a young girl named Beth,
who was to young to learn the facts about death...
Crawling in my body, it's a demon that won't leave
A slayer so well hidden, destined to deceive...
Little boy in a hole in the ground
little boy knows what he found...
Her Tears dropped on earth
Her Heart bleeds inside body...
A man's outlook on death
a gun shot, the silence breaks...
(old poem from my old account "Never Trust...
plz rrc again all coments are returned...
Drowning in tears
suffocating in sorrows...