A figure stands
She stands alone...

Let the tears fall from this face,
This worn out body has nothing to waste...

I point my lashes down
letting the tears roll down my face...

Some people call me a hero
Others call me a zero...

Livin far away
Doesn't matter to us...

Why can’t It stop?
How can I make it stop...

How much can one man take?
Until it is to late...

Can't help to let my eyes wander
over to your sleeping form...

This poem is also not mine. But I loved it once I...
Whenever I leave you, I go out of breath...

A icy blue stare
Cold...

In a heap on the floor
Lays a beautiful angel...

We take a left turn,
We know its not right...