Pain comes n goes just like friends you use to know,just like the family you never knew,just like the rain and and the winds that fall n blow. Hatred comes from the voice inside that makes you wanna kill that makes you wanna die that makes you lose your mind when love has gone away and is replaced with thoughts and lies that eats you deep inside that cries out to the gods that you wanna end your life. Sorrow flows like a river or sands of time slowly slipping from your mind like the grip you use to have on a reality left behind tryin to grasp on what you had when what you had was bein blind. Tragedy makes a void to each their own as if their favorite song sung by demons of flesh n bone screaming to be left alone in a world of hell made home by the negative that always comes when you let yourself be known by the evil you consume.A shadow of what you use to know cover weak and brittle bones like the ice of winter born upon a rose made up of thorns. Nomatter what you carry on pushing harder to be the one with the strength of many men like a soldier in a war fighting to see their loves for the will to not give up for the freedom to live on. -DRAVEN WULF-
Posted on: Thu, 15 Aug 2013 22:28:45 +0000
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