My name is Faye. How's you? I may be dark and distant to begin with when meeting friends but...within the next day or so I'll change. My poems aren't the best...true. But they hold emotion in them. Comments, corrections, and praise is appreciated. |
As I stare into the abyss
I let myself float away...
The blood lust fills every thought,
The warm metallic taste of the blood you've...
So slowly the wind lazily calls the trees to play,
Shaking their leaves teasingly...
I dry my eyes each night,
Trying to get ready, I don't want to fight...
I hate you and the clothes you wear,
Hate the way you throw your hair...
Billboards proclaim cures to the wrong,
The terms of use seems too long...
What will happen to you, my dear, when I am not there to protect you from the world's hate? |
In one day you can do two things. You can kill and you can create something in your life. |
My passions were all gathered together like fingers that made a fist. Drive is considered aggression today; I knew it then as purpose. |