Poetry...
My Revenge
The constant screams
The silent dreams
The ancient lore
And what it means
The cries for help
The things i see
The pain i've felt
Will come to be
The blood and gore
The deaths are dealt
The cards are cut
And words are spelt
YOUR DEATH WILL COME FOR ITS WORTH
UNLESS I GET THERE FIRST
To Look
To look upon the moonlight
To look upon the stars
To look upon the people
To look upon the scars
To look upon the agony
To look upon the pain
To look upon my grave
Knowing there i will stay
My Burden
Thia burden is my future
This burden is my past
This burden is my ego
And each one of its shadows cast.
This burden is my suicide
This burden is my will
This burden is only mine
So me it will kill.
There
There lies upon the stone
A cold lifeless heart
Tare it form your victim
And put it in your art
You see the blood upon your hands
You see it on the ground
You hear a shout a scream a cry
And then your arms are bound
You claim that your innosent
You say it wasnt you
You tell them when you woke up
this is what you knew
