When it's our time to go And our bodies lie still. Our flesh is cold And our eyes are nothing more, Than an empty stare. Our spirits take flight But to where? To the heavenly skies. Being opened to the chosen. Or to the darkest of dark dungeons. Where evil burns, By the dozen. Is… Continue reading Death…
Day: October 18, 2005
Unclear…
After all these years And shedding all the tears, My destiny; My work is still So unclear. Where do I go? How do I grow? When will I kill, The uncertainty, Of what I must do. Of where I will go. Who am I suppose to be? How do I become me Through all the… Continue reading Unclear…
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