holy shit. its happen'n
hello and good morning to all who are readying this finly written log into history. im not really doing much these days, and i want to talk with ppl i dont even know anymore=( sooo sad, how fast ppl lose contact with others. anyway i dont really ahve much to say. but ill post some poems that i have been working on below. have a wonderful day friends.
-courage-
a storm is coming,
a new ice age is apon you
when you feel the coldness
apon your face
the whisper of the devils words
apon your neck
when you feel the sirens crys
ripping your flesh apart
do not lose hope.
when the frost bites do
not let its fangs bleed you of your
courage
its getting cold.
its getting cold.
when the night is all done
no more stars no more words
do not lose hope
the courage to rise against the
coldness of life is inside you
below the nape above the stomach
behind the rib cage and infront of
the spine
forever rise against the devils crys
to hold you unwilingly to the ground
use courage to break the chains as if they where the ice
that the frostbite comes
become an icebreaker and set yourself free
dont think this one is done yet. but what the hell nobody gonna read this anyway it dosent even have a name yet. lets name is.
-shitty inside-
your uninhibited soul floats along
this road lifless and weak
moving so cryptic
sounding so distracted
never know whats
coming next
always jumping to conclusions
this is where you fall
fall into a abyss of
guilt and sadness
washed around over
and over again. never to
speak to him every again
the pain lingers every
year on that day
the day "we" died.
is this the end?
the end for us my friend?
and you dont want the world
to see you cuse you dont think
they would understand.
-courage-
a storm is coming,
a new ice age is apon you
when you feel the coldness
apon your face
the whisper of the devils words
apon your neck
when you feel the sirens crys
ripping your flesh apart
do not lose hope.
when the frost bites do
not let its fangs bleed you of your
courage
its getting cold.
its getting cold.
when the night is all done
no more stars no more words
do not lose hope
the courage to rise against the
coldness of life is inside you
below the nape above the stomach
behind the rib cage and infront of
the spine
forever rise against the devils crys
to hold you unwilingly to the ground
use courage to break the chains as if they where the ice
that the frostbite comes
become an icebreaker and set yourself free
dont think this one is done yet. but what the hell nobody gonna read this anyway it dosent even have a name yet. lets name is.
-shitty inside-
your uninhibited soul floats along
this road lifless and weak
moving so cryptic
sounding so distracted
never know whats
coming next
always jumping to conclusions
this is where you fall
fall into a abyss of
guilt and sadness
washed around over
and over again. never to
speak to him every again
the pain lingers every
year on that day
the day "we" died.
is this the end?
the end for us my friend?
and you dont want the world
to see you cuse you dont think
they would understand.