Friday, April 15, 2011

Come, feel my pain
Killed you, a train
But for me a day
Being quite grey
Being all I know
Cannot show
What I crow
So often
Murder

Friday, April 1, 2011

Sleep deprived
World contrived
Life despised
Swimming in lies
I hear peoples cries
I hear peoples sighs
Why wont we fight?
We only want what's right
Our whole race is a plight
So I escape into the night
It's only an escape
A temporary trait, too late