living in hick town usa writing poems is the only way to pass the time so i enjoy doing it although i always end up with dark poems lol i guess thats just my speciallty |
I'm lost in the world of love
but love itself has lost me...
Dark have been my dreams of late
my mind to weary to open this gate...
I ride my black horse through blistering cold
to take the weak and ravage the old...
Come to me my friends
theres a story i must tell...
Come to me my friends
theres a story i must tell...
Dark thoughts fill my head tonight
they jump up and down to the left and right...
Come weary people, welcome to my cell
myself i love it here but truly its living hell...
Love is hatred love is hell
it looks happy but alls not well...
I ride my black horse through blistering cold
to take the weak and ravage the old...