Hi! Welcome to my poetry page. Here you will find mostly poem's I have written. I may throw a few in that I haven't, but, I have full permission from the owners to do so. So sit back, relax, and enjoy!

Down in a hole, don't know when I'll win.

I finnally get out, but shoved right back in.

I tumble towards darkness... oh where is the light?

I long for the days... where everything was right.

My heart is empty, but my mind is full.

You said you will help me, yea, tell me more bull.

I need a release from the pain, so I take a drink.

Then I lie down, and I start to think.

Thoughts of the future, thoughts of the past.

Where'd I go wrong? Why didn't it last?

Some day it'll get better, till then I'll survive

The holes getting deeper, and I'm barely alive.

Standing up,

falling down.

Gunshots echo,

two in my crown.

Brains on the floor,

blood on the ground.

Can't open my eyes,

or look around.

Wishing I was smarter,

and never in this gang...

Lying in a coma,

all I can do, is pray.

Danger calls, it intoxicates.

Beyond the walls, real excitement waits.

Feel the rush, kiss the razors edge....

Forbidden touch, dance along the narrow ledge.

Break the glass, stroke the jagged shard....

Smoke the grass, press the limits hard.

Look at her...

Read the morbid truth burried in brown eyes.

The depth of pain, an abyss of grief.

Look at her...

The woman child, an angel, fallen from grace.

A girl who reached for something other than whats there.

Look at her...

Skin as pale and white as if she lay in death.

Skin so soft and young..the sun has not yet scared.

Look at her...

What has she become? A hippocritical, sad creature who's world has failed her. She struggles to save the world, but can she save herself?

Look at her...

Remember what was past and look to the future.

Do you know what will happen next?

When you picture an angel, what do you see?

A heavenly creature, garbbed in white?

A smiling, happy apparation who can fly?

OR...

Do you see me? A torn child, trapped in a world of sin.

A black headed freak who's fragile existance is about to crack...

Look at her...

Look at her again...

Please don't cry, for that is saying too much. Help her lord, for the angel has fallen. Her wings have been broken, her halo stolen... She has forgotten how to fly. Her lips are stained with the blood of innocence lost....confused..... The fear is that her heart will break.

Lord of heaven, help her..... Help me.....

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