Hate them? hate it? or hate meHate them? hate it? or hate me?;Hate them? hate it? or hate me
i stay awake for hours. just waiting here for you.
you come to my side so late. always with an excuse.
you do the things you "hate". instead of stay with me?
you stay with the ones you "hate". and just forget about me?
i ask you why? you just shrug. and leave me here to wonder.
do you think this is love? i'd say it was murder.
your killing me with words. with actions and chores.
estinquishing this flame drop by drop. night by night, excuse
Six Summer's Past.where did you go? mr suns a magician hes dissapearing year by year over six summers pastSix Summer's Past.
mr clouds getting populer hes coming over more n more gradually causing more damage over six summers past
the days are longer and nights are shorter polution forming the clouds of our future over six summers past
the days are darker the sun is dimmer but the sky is scorching more n more over six summers past
polution rolls in the skys are dying our planet is being destroyed slowly over six summers past
Fear.Fear a word i do not use i do not need i have no intention to lose no intention to let it feed.Fear.
Fear the disease of man the struggle for power overcome it you can and you will have no need to cower.
Fear something no man can take it kills the soul turns you fake burns your heart black as coal.
Fear.
The Riddle.of my sorrow and steed. my friendly enemy, one whos hate is love. of passionate darkness and deceiving happyness. entwined forgiveness does not forget that you are but one. i am but none. to forgive is not to forget but only to preserve. hate or sorrow, passion or love. this is my story, if you can understand me...The Riddle.
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There's no blood thicker than ink
Tir gan teanga, Tir gan anam
hahahaha!
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Fallen Angel Poetry inc.
by Thomas Riley.
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