words were always who i was
never questioned, never loved
conviction speaks of lives i lead
as man of sorrow, breaking bad
i walked this earth a shadowed man
who dreamt of times i coudlnt have
for we who speak in angel tounges
are born to die for those we love
For we who fight for those we care
and give ourselves so they may love
must take a piece of our own hearts
to show the world our crimson rhymes
With angel toungs, we scream aloud
Of words we say, when you are gone
For we are those who stand alone
The warrior poets without hope
We are the soldiers of our fates
For those who bore our shadowed names
And as you wave your sad goodbyes
for we who ride to our demise
I ask you think of we who lived
as men of words and fallen souls
and as you sleep and think of us
Remember it was you I loved.
A poem By The Dark Poet Byron
I sleep to so i can feel, something instead of nothing.
Monday, December 29, 2008
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