I thought I heard rain,
But it was wind in the trees,
Just the wind...Listen...
Sheeting furniture
To avoid splashes of paint
I made lots of ghosts
"Metal Elitist"
A nasty title for sure
Slayer fucking rules
Summer fields
Awake and moving
Infinite.
How can such a simple smile
make me feel so good inside?
Beautiful green trees
Brighten up miserable sky
With a touch of class
I have written all I could
I have express all my emotions
About love that was forsaken
the sun is setting,
colors sprawled across the sky.
ends hold beauty, too.
You come in and out
Everything has changed once more
Scars now mark my heart