I'm sorry for abandoning this site, but now I'm back for the time being. I've progressed in my dark ways and therefore will probably produce better poems. A note to all those smart ***es out there, **** off. I have no time to deal with you so leave me be. I appreciate insight but not critisim. I'm still a swordsman and still working on the book, don't ask about it cause I won't tell you. Thats all for now. Send me an e-mail if you feel like it but DON'T overdo it. |
Bloody and beaten,
I fall to my knees...
Falling down into the deep,
Drowning in the tears I weep...
The steaming water from the shower mane,
Washing my blood down the drain...
As I walk about, gazing at the rooms.
Lost as a robber in a Pharoh's tomb...
Standing out on a shining sea,
out across she waits for me...
Now your sorrow swallows you,
the very same happens to me too...
Standing out on a shining sea,
out across she waits for me...
As I walk about, gazing at the rooms.
Lost as a robber in a Pharoh's tomb...
The steaming water from the shower mane,
Washing my blood down the drain...
Falling down into the deep,
Drowning in the tears I weep...
Let the pain of loss drive your blade. |
Anger is my primary source of power, don't piss me off. |
True strength comes not from fighting your sins, but from embracing them. |