Category: Writers Block
With each stroke more intense
I have now gained more suspense
Give me my blood to see
For I don't know how to be
I feel anger, I feel pain
But it haunts me all the same
Blood, violence, death, and hate
All lead me to my untimely fate
Scribbling down useless feelings
Is equal to the falling of ceilings
Burry me alive, or burry me dead
Either way I will find my rest
Sweet eternity find my soul
So can die and finally be whole.
not bad! i like it! cheres!