dimanche, novembre 27, 2005

Dark pen

Where love use to make me write
Hate and darkness have took over
And where my passion
Now lay my anxiety
My pen ruled over by my sadness
Transform in a unpredeeded rage
And so on my words flow
Throwing dagger and arrow
To the reader of my mind
I say enjoy the show
To hapiness my words are blind
Im burning of a need to hurt
What have I become?
I'll say maybe just the essence of my nature

2 commentaires:

Anonyme a dit...

I still don't believe it is the essence of your nature.
I think moods fluctuate tho and hopefully something lovely will inspire you soon.

Anonyme a dit...

long live the devils pen hahahah