A friend pulled the trigger that silenced me. |
[Apr. 26th, 2004|08:02 pm]
hairxcore
|
OK so it is Monday, and yet again I am still ok, having a grand ol'time. All though I am in a mood to write poetry, and lots of it. It is oozing threw my skin like a every emotion I pooring threw me in my fingers, allowing me to write my inner thoughts onto a digital journal. A live journal, it helps me threw my hard times.
Last Gracing Kiss By: Jordan Haight
It was a day of light... A breath of crisp good bye... A day gone... And a friend died... Better this way... Hurts less and less... With every breath... And to drown out the lies... Deceit of life... And the end of prolonged antagonising... I caress your thought... And stop out your memory... To haunt... Never again... Your gone for good... |
|