

DeathWhat happens when the light leaves our eyes; when life and death reach their unforgiving compromise? Do our souls depart from this great Earth; to take part in an angelic rebirth? Or do our bodies simply die never again to rise from the dark demise of the light-less eyes?Death
... and the child looked up at his father and said, "Daddy, will i ever see you again?" "If i die before you wake," His father said to him, "we will meet again as Death knocks upon your door."
That night his father died.
The last thin


Ink-Black BloodI write your name on my arm in the blood that spills from a saddened heart (with everything I miss about you) Black blood of the ink of many words written in anger and love poems stories lyrics all cling to the white pages as if bound not by force, but by the power of my mind, to bring us closer in this distance to close the gap between our worlds stop the time in perfect moments to show you everything I feel.Ink-Black Blood


YouYou... You are more a part of me then you know. Only my will to live. Only my rising sun. Only you... But you don't see, blinded by your own feelings, or lack of them. But you are blind to me to my love... Even blind you set your cross hairs straight at my heart, shot after shot direct hit. Bleeding... Falling... Dying... It you wont help then leave. If you wont stay, then go. You talk like you don't care, acting behind a curtain of lies. IF you really don't care then tell me so I can have timeYou


The way you areHas anyone ever called you beautiful? The way your hair falls neatly down your back. The way your smile lightens ip the darkest of rooms. The way your eyes can look straight into me. The way your voice sounds like the most beautiful instrument. The way you make me feel absolutely amazing.The way you are
or let me post up a few poems you've given me <3
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AMY PUFFS - -
"musicians do not have to be believed in. we do not have to be trusted. our music speaks for itself without the listener having to know anything about us." - victor wooten
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AMY PUFFS - -
"musicians do not have to be believed in. we do not have to be trusted. our music speaks for itself without the listener having to know anything about us." - victor wooten
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