All My poems are © Ben.S 2004 - 2008 |
Walking down the street
Hang my head low...
Fireworks, they explode in me,
So bright none could ever believe...
Often I sit and ponder how,
How can so much beauty fill your heart...
I stand before you judge,
Guilty as can be...
Laying in a bed of snow,
The battle rages around her...
Never getting tired of this,
This is how I know it is for real...
You can beat a man to the ground, and he will stand up again, but if you take away his hope, he has nothing left to hold onto. |
People Only Believe What They Want To See, Why Cant Someone Believe In Me |
some call me a devil, some call me a saint, i knock on the doors of those who are faint, i drift from shadow to shadow and darkness is my alli - i am the master of your darkest dreams |