how the mind shouts for rest
when the body is shaking yea
oo this tightness in my chest
still your leaves i am rakeing
now lord is this a test
was it fun creating yea
my God's is a little sick
and he wants me crazy
who are you, who conceived
its ok to live through me
and to be part of me
your a rip off magazine
was it somthing that i said
was i hard to break in yea
i am so selfish paying you rent
while your blood i am taking
you spin me, like a tree
dirty dollers, built for leaves
my darkest sins you see
and my tears on which you feed
individuality, buying pennants with my soul
and a little heaven spent,why hell is not taking
these parasites, hide from life
you with out them, might not remeber me
they are a boar in self worth
all that matters, not much to me yea
You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click hereScroll all the way down to read replies.Show all stories by Author:  37038 ( Click here )
Halloween is Right around the corner.. .
|
