Life hurts hearts break easily time slips away right through your fingertips like sand on a beach or dirt on the ground leaving marks some noticeable some can’t be found
Scars run down your arms leaving a trail of thoughts behind them bad thoughts that could’ve been real but obstacles got in the way of death from suicide or knives invading your skin and blood pouring out like a sprinkler tiny drops to be seen but not to be found
Everything missing all lost in the shadows the darkness took over now light is gone forever spirits are out lurking stealing innocent souls from poor human beings who can’t seem to understand that death is real you’ll experience it one day you wont know when but it will happen sooner or later I’ll tell you that now so that way you know before its too late
This life has snubbed the bloom like a thick brown sac thrown on the sod. An octogenarian tries to slice the hope indulgingly to achieve immortality! Was it a virile snarl? A rose bud wrenched open in a fatherless home.
She sits there looking so cold and alone But somewhere under there, There beats a heart Beneath all the black and chrome The smooth lines that glimmer Soft but sharp in the night Are begging you to play the game
Death is truly traitorous It is highly cancerous; But dealing adventurous With animals herbivorous. Death is truly traitorous It is highly decorous With examples numerous Of behavior scabrous. Death is truly traitorous It is highly glamorous Though itself timorous As
To celebrate a beautiful sin on the green lake a sequelae starts a covetous lust of white skulls, discovering oneself was as exciting as the fondling of breast for the first time – innocent graveside, road burning stretching to throbbing