I'm a very Gothic Poet and I think its because of my past. I grew up with only a mom and grandparents, so I guess you could call me a bastard. My F*&#in father came into my life when I was 12 and my life went downhill from being depressed to thinking about suicide it sucked. Um, that is basically when I started writing poetry. When I was 13 a elder I helped out passed away and I mourned over her for a long time. At age 14 still recovering from the loss and my father started abusing me. At the age of 15 my grandfather passed away. I STILL MISS HIM! Around 1 month before I turned 16 my father went to school and then about 2 weeks later he called the house telling my mom he wanted a divorce. Mom was crushed, blah, blah, blah, and the rest is still being written. Sorry I suck at writing Bios. |
A noose hang high in the trees,
That shadow, it sits and waits...
Love betrothed thee,
Death beseeched me...
"My life is over,
There's no point in moving on...
"My life is over,
There's no point in moving on...
Love betrothed thee,
Death beseeched me...
A noose hang high in the trees,
That shadow, it sits and waits...
The knife was held high,
Positioned to throw...
Through't the mid'st of winter,
Shadows will fall...
“By perseverance, study, and eternal desire, any man can become great.†|
“I am a soldier, I fight where I am told, and I win where I fight.†|
If you can't beat them |