when i lay on my bed i hear nothing, while outside the wind blows on my face. never ending coldness is what i am , why am i hear to rot.
lifes fun and sad my tears are pure blood while maggots crawl over my eyes
thunder storms happen earthquakes kill yet im still live when im yet a teen
why is it ever year you start to love life but when you want out you cant do it.
a poam by Dark
- Title: My Poam
- Artist: Sadersaur
- Description: my poam i made about my feelings but its not really a poam i think
- Date: 11/15/2010
- Tags: poamsadtearslone