poetry and ideas
I walk with rage and talk with lies
its my time soon
im next in line
Im born to die and dead inside
at least ill say I quit but tried
a certain sense of doom I hide
what pain to fucking live then die
my eyes are open
still im blind
once filled with joy at best I cry
Ill take my life for all to see
for all to breath
watch as I leave
watch while I bleed
watch me be freed
torture defines the life I lead
I need an end to all this hate
my pain and pulse
my heart and fate
pottery heart
I feel my life fading away
with every moment
every day
this sickness
sadness
shade of grey
It turns my love for life to clay
once a perfect peice of art
its beaten, battered, cold and sharp
cracked and broken
split apart
thats all thats left of my hard heart
betrayed and blistered
life is pain
its love to give and hell to gain
when my faith starts to crumble I stumble and fall
cornered by these demons with my back to the wall
I give in to anger, deppression and hate
with tears in my eyes I question my fate
while I stare at the sky I can feel my heart bleed
with the need for an answer and a reason to breathe
Those baby blue eyes
'i can feel my heart heal and i learn how to love
ive been given angel
a gift from above
im the type of man that will cry in the dark,
raise hell in the daylight just to leave my mark,
walk around with a frown cause its all that ive got,
represent what I love to the day that I rot,
disrespect me
ill get thee
ill see you around
then youll see who is crazy and who is the clown
