an original compo by me for my band...
Blood drives through her hair;
As it drips slowly where she lies with no care.
She's stumbled down;
And no one broke her fall from the ground.
Her eyes are widely open;
Visible are the virulent things she hasn't forgotten.
Opening the window;
Unfolds a house left so hollow.
Nocent she ain't;
But still she's not a saint.
Thought she died because of love;
It's not a point for her from above.
Invective acts are the reasons I propose;
'Cause no girl could take it, I suppose.
People love and die and kill;
It's the fact why evil stands still.
I don't wanna end up being like her;
Blaming one's self will not make it any better.
So I'll resuce my intermittent heart;
And withdraw from the mistakes I had in the start.
Stopping and beginning...
One step at a time...
"HATE TO BE LIKE HER"
++++ Deity of Misery ++++
Sept. 25 2007