Undearneath overcast skies i stand alone to see none that once stood here before. Faces I'd come to know and respect now ghosts burried by some who never viewed us at all. In laughter we find truths of understanding that still cuts deep from wounds shall we stop the bleed?
I read words whom I once new as friends comfort is a mistress ive never taken grasp of. A stranger in full view but unlike others I refuse to take my place amoungsnt the dead you decived. Cowards turn there heads. I stare into rejection straight as a arrow burnt on route towards the sun.
******* is for thoose whom belive themselfs better. A sunset holds that emotion I was called compassion now ice does embrace my regret. It's always in there eyes you see. A well ment *** kisser is but a snake in the garden always waitting for a chance to strike. When I view what its become I see nothing more than barren fields of once rich earth.
Mocking tone's seldom bite harder than silent thoughts. Maybe they'll speak of me in shadow what they cant bare to view in light. The bottel's hold was a vice a friends turn but a dream cast over a nightmare's decline. ***** them if they cant speak there minds.
Anyone can back down to fools with soft words and even weaker minds. I still taste the bitter words like sand from the storm. The fool is many things but seldom your pawn.
Ive just come here to view the headstones of a ****** up past.
Maybe I'll fade but never to anothers mush mouthed glee my words a venom no rattle snake dare to match. There's no friends in war and this false disney land reeks of ***** and cotton candy.
I'll take my place when they bury me alive for not everyones spine is made of paper. ***** the cowards for least the dead tried! Rage is my thirst and no longer will I let you walk over this grave without a fight.
The happy image is but a poisen pen a ******* up reallity in a ******* game I refuse to play. Mock me to my face for i could care less. For the thoughts of a coward are but rat dropping left only to decay and be forgotten.
Least the tombstones mark thoose who forever gave voice to whatΒ Β a politician can never grasp. When i close my eyes finale at least I rest my thoughts knowing who I truely am.