Blood in my veins,
Heart Long ago ripped from my chest,
Now beats again.
As old voices fill my ears,
and they make me think of what i have done,
Too farther my name,
And Make me what i am;
Damned King of nothing.
A Black soul,
Beaten body,
And A Bloody grin.
Most of which i have done unto myself,
For it was my choices all that time ago,
that allowed this being into me.
too grant my quest for power,
my sick and twisted, goals...
But that was a long time ago
and ive been told i should forget about those times
so i mite live threw now
But how do i forget that which taints my dreams?
 hellflame3000 · Mon Jul 25, 2005 @ 03:58am · 9 Comments |
