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Crescent Moons On the Skin Pouring Crimson From within Anger flowing Slow and Hot They try to make me What I'm Not Cause in Their minds T..

Just another thing that came to me...

Very experimental for me...

Not really a ballad, at least I don't think so, I just wasn't sure what to call it... It's my most random yet...

Blood The black mist of Chaos And the crimson stain of Blood Love shattered And splattered Hatred Paint the walls Of a twisted mind Memories T..

Rocking back and forth On her bed she cries No time left to say Her sad final goodbyes All the pain she's caused Clouding her misty eyes Promisi..

The scents of Dirt and Sand And Blood and Water Floating on the waves of Air A white summer dress Fluttering in the breeze Held down By the dea..

A twisted poem about a visit to a misunderstood girl who pays a visit to a counsilor.

Just think about it. How would you feel if the roles were reversed?

It's the obvious things in life that we take for granted and then they come back and bite us in the a*s