

TO MY SONHello pretty baby I think it maybe a long time til we speak again til we speak again it'll be along time til we speak again.TO MY SON
My son for you I leave my sadness behind a new dawn for you is begining I pull you down no more well now you can be pulled up by anyone bye to you my son but our love shall go on i'll be the best I can be its not much but its the best I can be until you see, my son that I can be no better I can be worse but no better
*a man walks down with a leter and flowers for his loved one I guess*
Your mu


DESIREThese poems i write Are all about death It makes me wish I could take my very last breathDESIRE
But I think and... Then can not do I feel that im split in two
The world revolving All around me Just adds to my pain and... My longing for death


THE SATANISTFrom way in my soul it came From the inner place The dark placeTHE SATANIST
It comes into my head sometimes To speak to me To see me and whats around me
It hurts me
It makes me smile And laugh
It makes me unhappy And cry
We all have it Some people deal with it Others don't
This is the evil within us Their to torture us And it will only stop
WHEN WE'RE GONE
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Forgive me father, for i have sinned........
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Melissa: He's hot
Me: I can see why you would say that, he's your kind.
Melissa: oh yeah, I have a kind? just what is my kind...?
Me: I, well, you know, city looking.
When there aren't adjectives do as Jay does, make up your own
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