after really exploring what seemed to be a dead end talent i just sat for a few months and just wrote... alot
i am back on here to see if what i have done has paid off
this is something that i am actaully proud of

~Like Blood On Black~

my words have been written
cryptic and hidden
like blood on black

funeral dirt
under my nails
scratching at your stone
words misleading me again
here lies the one i love
if so, why am i still alive?
why?

it is so unforgiving
this dirt
i wash away with these tears
of the ages past memories

undying devotion
it is why i must come back
just to stir up
more memories
to be washed away
from under my nails

take this life
six feet under
where you lie
take this world unworthy
bring it to the grave
where you can ponder it
eternally