i pierce my skin with a pin just to feel real while i die to go to the sky when really should fry by the grief of all those who cry and in the end i have no friend to stay by my side instead i just wither and die
when i beat down a clown it makes me want to smile instead of giving me a frown.
short but gets to the point
hunger for blood, I must control the craving but can not the hunger is to strong and consumes me as i take a bite an feel the nectar of the gods flow through my veins, there is no thought just pure impulse, random thoughts of innocence runs through my head, it makes me feel, it makes me guilty for what i have done but as the feeling subsides and as I fall to sleep I find my self in a blank state know that when i wake up i will kill again. That is all.... .........for now.
Sincerely
The Messenger
I am the messanger, i will heap into battle hopeing the best but exspecting the worst. as i get struck down in battle and death rushes in, i feel remorse for all the sins i have Committed. although i know its my time to go i am not scared sence my life is not ending it's just begining. the only thing left is the judgement call wheather my soul goes to heaven or hell, debending on how i lived my life, wheather it was wrong or it was right. that is all for now and thats for sure, until we meet in heaven or hell.
Sincerely
The Messanger
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