I don't really consider myself a writer. |
I wonder if the life you lead,
Does bear for you a fruitful seed...
Party in the city
City of the light...
Change of scenery for the ill begotten son,
His eyes a shifting hue of green and Grey...
Enemies claiming freindship,
bring shallow offerings of love...
In the light of a crimson sunset,
he walks alone at water's edge...
IF i could describe the state
my mind is in for all...
Lying in bed
you seem Serene...
Who are you to judge my eye,
while i mirror what you call art...
In the light of a crimson sunset,
he walks alone at water's edge...
Enemies claiming freindship,
bring shallow offerings of love...
Eat something different tonight, roast your cat! |
Which is the most efficient killer. The frightened man full of self-preservation, or the brave who who deals compasionate mercy? |
If you choose to absorb the pain of another, you also choose to enrich your own. In all things by own action, there be thy rub. If you like - Your own fault. |