You got the devil in your head so don't leave me this way.
You're stronger than me even if you don't see it that way and all you see is a side of a bullet go flying by.
That's my kind of night when the gates of hell are at our feet threatening to open up the door to the dark abyss.
“Where” War of Change can alter the reality of this world.
And white walls are the very thing that keeps you sane it drives you mad all at the same time.
Time of Dying has came to past now we're all sitting in the grass.
Proud to just live one more day. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale