In some form or spirit.
We die for our childrens meals.
I died for my sins and regrets
You'll die when the world is born.
She hides under the bed in the attic
I come around like a rushing storm.
I try to convince her to try to come.
But she wont budge her will to sins too strong.
"Have mercy on my soul and hope you go away"
But until she leaves here i must stay
"Try to understand i just want revenge"
But until shes with me we wont change.
I have been commanded
I have been demanded
To save this child from her sins
And to save her from future mistakes.
So until she leaves we wont go forward
Until she leaves we wont march onward.
She still hides under that bed.
Her mistakes are rushing through my head.
Im the wolf
And shes the phoenix
I am death
And shes the victim
"Please try to understand my motives"
But until shes changed i will ignore them
"Just leave me alone and let me give in"
Iv lived in hell its something you havent seen.
And another day goes by where she hides.
He will never come by but still she hides.
She thinks shes happy
I know shes insane
All her happyness has gone down the drain
I know the feeling i know the pain
Of what its like
To go insane.
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ho0k3d_on_ph0nix: wow bruno this is really good
this is probably my favorite.
you write really really well on May 04, 2006 10:09 AM
kbbp14: wow i really liked this poem. i loved the wording and everything. it is great! on May 04, 2006 12:29 AM
