heeeyy; iif any of youu guyys havee some tiightt a** poetrry for uus to reaaad theen poost iit herreee.
opeeeen to alll peopllee(:



well ii gueess iill staart iif off haha; herrees one of miinneee. enjooyyy:

Flowers lay upon the cold,
just lying there being among the bold,
old blood boils below this scene,
eyes don’t look sad just mean,

skin like stone,
flesh floating all alone,
night grows upon the gray,
it should have never ended up this way.

The fault lies upon the beholder,
if only the thoughts were sober,
secrets kept into the black,
must be told as the fact,

lost words never said,
into the night as dark as the dead,
sitting on the cold gray,
mourning and spilling how things shouldn’t have ended that day.