What’s yours? |
The blood dripping from these hands is a testament to a life,one filled with hardship and trials.Pain deeper than any one else could bare,sharper than any knife.But every one fails to see the rest the...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Oct 2008 07:38:00 GMT |
I’ll miss you my brother. |
Looks like today I die. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere.
Posted by on Mon, 29 Sep 2008 07:59:00 GMT |
Just trying to think. What do you? |
The hair stands on the back of our necks, the colour of crimson. We see the truth in his eyes, and scream without lungs. With his pirced Ours both hit bottom. As nothing fills my eyes, water ...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Sep 2008 07:45:00 GMT |
Beats me. |
Give your praze to the hero's, don't let them step back. They've given it their all for nothing in return. So the only thing right to do is to push them forward. And their heart will...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Sep 2008 10:23:00 GMT |
My Goodbye |
This blood on the floor,tears of red spilt for you,a pool of crimson pure and unclean,my scarlet line from me to the floor,I'm drained of it now, this cursed wine.But now you know I didnt lie when I s...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Feb 2006 07:23:00 GMT |
