Poems from TamingOfSeaWolves
Just your typical geek. If you care to look deeper though...You can see the layers I have created. The worlds I call my own live in my imagination. Creating riddles and poems and lives and characters to become and get lost in. No one knows me, or at least the me behind the blinds. PLEASE COMMENT instagram=tamingofseawolves
Paint this canvas black,
my dear
I'm tired,
of the red.
Of pretty pink,
that's pretty fake.
And wishing I were dead.
Paint the canvas black...
So reap me Death,
If you so dare.
This agony.
I'll learn to share.
Somedays,
I want to contribute,
nothing more to the world..
then my death.
My tears are like acid.,
As they run down my face.
Burning my heart.
Without leaving a trace.
I'm sorry,
But I'm ready to burn my bridges.
Even if I'm still standing on them.