poems
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: bullet for my valentine-bloody hands
Topic: sad
life

life is life,
and death is pain,
all our loves,
are all in vain,
but for the love you give,
is oh so tame.
but nothing is ready,
and life is plain,
but beauty is forever carved,
in her name.

pain

hate is death,
and life is lame,
forever is fate,
all is to blame.

for life is bleak,
and pain is not lust,
but love is so vain,
forever is hate,
but my hate is not tame.

death

death is pain,
im no longer in vain,
i have my fame,
i still have no name.

this is from the album one x by three days grace
it means alot to me so im posting it

im on the edge and falling off,
and im sick of feeing numb,
help me beleive its the real me,
its not the real me,
maybe we can turn it around,
'cuse its not to late,
im standing here alone,
feeling stepped on,
it wont be long until im burning on the inside,
i just dont care anymore,
that it drags me down,
things are clear,
i will not die,
we are one.