

Sing with all my voice.Written 1/11/07Sing with all my voice.
Sing with all my voice.
How could you? Make me weak, What you do, Makes me meek,
So do you fell any remorse? Or are you just a sick, sick man? I cant believe what I heard from a source, Turns out to be the truth again and again.
You make me feel, Like cold, freezing steel, So disgusted, not worth a thing, Thats why I choose not to sing,
How dare you call me yours! You sick twisted guy, Surely you must have known the laws, Before you made me cry,
How dare you p


Never hear the Wolf CRYWritten 22/10/07Never hear the Wolf CRY
Never hear the Wolf CRY
I am not the same, (who is) Havent been for a while, (though)
Trying to keep my monster tame, Trying hard to smile (I managed)
For five long years it hasnt been right, Watching my family fight and fight (not just Mummy and Daddy) Fighting for their dignity to be together, (I dont know why)
How can that be when the disagreements will last forever (it seems)


TitledWritten 17/9/07Titled
Untitled
Theres so much more which I wanted to say,
When you called me here today, Instead I zipped my mouth cause I didnt want to hear, A fake sorry, being sincere.
If its not one thing, its the other, Wether it be my brother or my lost lover, Making it worse is what you do best, I find myself wanting to rest.
The purpose of life, is an old saying, I found mine, not to do any complaining,
I am an experiment to see how much a human can take, So without you my theory would be fake. &nb


God only knowsSorry I havent been on for quite some time here is a few poemsGod only knows
11/8/07
Although that she is gone, We remember her and let her live on, Forever her laughter will stay in our hearts, Keeping her close we do not part.
What is left for me? After the sadness, the misery,
How can I pick up from where she has left? How can I get out of this mess? With no luck and no light,
How am I meant to make it through the night? God only knows
I remember the days we spent, I recall the smile she lent,
Back then I was
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Between birth and death
a bothersome middle part.
Mankind calls it life.
Nighty night!
I had a tonne of fun today.
Good luck with your writting bud.
Catch you later
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Black melt
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