So she crawls to hall she leans on the wall,And she silently sits and dies.
People gathered in awe because they for-saw "this girls" rapid decline.

from one of my poems

Me...my mask was broken,
My true face was reveled,
Now I site in the shadows because my fate is siled.

from my poem my fait is siled...please read and comment

The believer is happy, the doubter is wise
-not mine but i like it

If i can choose i want to die for somthing that if i died i would regreat not doing.