i pear my eyes at the gloomy sky, twitching with pleasure and pain.
where i hope rain will fall, is only the acrid dust of the frenso desert.
where i hope corn will grow, is only the weeds and seeds of earth.
i know i can not live for longer in this way. that i shall Soon Die without sistenace
all that is before my weery eyes are my Kin. My family. My friends. And yes. My livers.
The ***** themselves. My trauma started to scream! My eyes flooded with tears from the depths of Hell Himself. Yet I know it must be done. I crunched into his shell with the fury of.l a thousand suns. It shattered beneath my choppers as I seasoned his flesh with my own salty tears. My tong registered the taste of crab flesh, that before I had only tasted in the most scandalous of contexts.
I felt his life drain, and my own restored. But at what cost?
this peom is inspiring by my Idol Justine Beeber. thank yuo all for the support i have greatley missed yuo all but was ocuppied tending too my ***** wich had fallen deathley ill
My worst nightmare is going to Heaven (am I already there?) Reflections of my warped mind stare back at me When I was frustrated I told you to slam the door behind you I'm killing you and you're slowly killing me
Society shuts down my true feelings and turns me into a clone We all know we're all alone but no one takes action Hell will be a place without hope. Hell is this life Got nothing better to do anyways
Sometimes they just end it all but nothing ever happens Good friendly violent fun in store for all My ears close, leaving me with the ring of nothingness As the steel machine keeps turning
Your heart does not ask for another Your eyes are not pulled away The warmth of your arms does not smother My wish for the coming day To wake up and see you again
There are no women to draw you The stars and their light can't compare To the joy in your heart that blossoms in the moment our souls join to share Though I hide my face quite aghast at the glorious passion you dare In time you will draw me to dance with all the raw lightning you wear
Draft from a few months ago
The love of the Lord is glorious, so much deeper and more romantic than our watered down fallen human love. Lord, help me to accept your wonderful love!