sitting in the broken land. surrounded by dead memories of lost friends.
family and friends are all dead,
the ties to my history have no thread.
i lay motionless,
cry towards beauty and sonnetts to the grave,
all truth told in reverse.
the human mouth speaks nothing but an alive curse.
i lived and passed along the demons that were tagging along.
chip on my heart where my gurdain angel stayed, i moved on and he left me to my ways i regret the cost that i paid to live in a world filled with different shades of grey.
inside mybody and inbetween my spouses thighs,
kill my seed.
a timeless account of different rhyme schemes isnt what i invision for the other part of me.
please stay and learn to read the emotions i write,
to die is the command and i tried
the devil waits for my every movement.
if i said i was going to help you then there wouldnt be any evidence to prove it,
mutilated faces on display.
i drew it.
i grew it
one day all the pain will go away and ill live in a different place with others like me telling of the different acounts were they tasted shame,
same we are
different scenerios of how i can kill and how you can cry
in my hand is my remedy,
take a slice
we all dance the steps to dead mice.