That simple little tune,
Strumming through my soul...

If words could kill,
Then those one would...

The walls have ears,
They know peoples fears...

You left on a cold winters day,
The sun would not let out a ray...

The old little photo,
lying on the floor...

Same routine everyday,
It all seems to be the same...

Unlock these shackles from my arm,
Release me from the thing that binds me...

She was my friend,
But she was only in it for the trend...

(poem about war)
Blood in my mouth...

Happiness is really just, there.
It can make or break people but what ever you do...

I feel the chilling wind blow through my hair,
Looking, I see dead tree's, clouds forming in the...

I have a very strange disorder,
It makes the letters and numbers in a jumpeled...