DeadSkuLL DruMMer
New member
My Poems grave
My poems are forever lost,
stuck in a world of a dying cause,
they try to say what they deeply pray,
but nothing ever comes their way,
they never show what they truly mean,
never by the desired eye seen,
they're always looked at as art not pain,
as they slowly fall down a broken drain,
they follow this to a great abyss,
where never will they soon be missed,
they rot there in they're rythmic grave,
never again to be seen or saved.
so, what do you think?
My poems are forever lost,
stuck in a world of a dying cause,
they try to say what they deeply pray,
but nothing ever comes their way,
they never show what they truly mean,
never by the desired eye seen,
they're always looked at as art not pain,
as they slowly fall down a broken drain,
they follow this to a great abyss,
where never will they soon be missed,
they rot there in they're rythmic grave,
never again to be seen or saved.
so, what do you think?