Poems from TheWolfsCry
Do you see those burning ashes?
Their dying embers reveal the remains
Of a past life.
There is no happiness to be found in destruction...
He held the gun to my head
And asked me for my innocence.
I stood there, silently memorizing
his distinct features.
His deep, dark black...
I wish I could eat my pen.
And the ink inside it, and all the paper in my notebooks,
And all the books I've written tens of thousands of...
Dear mother,
I wish I could blame you for this.
I wish I could say that this was all your fault.
But I just can't bring myself to do it...
The one thing I could never live without...
Is my heart. I am a man who does not
Wear his heart on his sleeve for fear
That it might get...