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This "e-zine" i guess you would call it, is the place for me to have for my own. I like poetry and will have a poem here
once a week hopefully!
This shit's to strong for me to beat I cannot pause to think or weep My heart is cold, more or less As I walk
the plains of loneliness
My Revil Red has done it well Killing every human cell Should he succed, more or less I'll
choose the path to loneliness
My Angel White got terrified She couldn't stop the devils lies Often missed, more
or less She turned away in loneliness
She left me with my Devil Red, A whisper started in my head: If less
is more, and more is less Then why the fuck are you a mess?
He told me not to feel or cry Told me not to question why. Your's is but to leave this mess And take that path
to loneliness
Walking down the path I knew My angel's out there, feeling blue If she's alive, more or less She'll
help me out of all this mess
I cried out loud: My angel white! Why have you left me in the night? I listened
an eternaty There was no answer, none for me.
Blessed be the one who dare Not to hold a grudge or care Condemmed are those who exercise The right to jugde and
purify
This poems home
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