dreams rest above tainted now shadded tommorows life is illusions fake's the reality of life resting peacfully in motions yet so extrodinary so scientific i just seem to be slow while the rest pace alive i live dammbed in a mind of dark places sleep i pace like a slow blur as i look down standing in the middle of society i see some thing the rest cant see future our past now in poetry form i lived bitter seeing somthing the unexplained the un told deaths poetry forever winding inside me!
Reason for writing:
sucide is a tired and tested formula for realase!
whilts my love , a blood red rose ,
calls to me where hell frooze ,
i snatch her wisper , like the wind hittting calm!
with glee deseving me! no time to cry , just love lay bleed
n i seethe .............................7th............. i am...........!
Birth sign: Aries
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