Shadows of the heart: by: lillith strife
Posted: May 11, 2006 5:05am
Roses…
The same familiar shade as your blood…
She, the killer, the angel of death…
Love or murder?
My tear-filled eyes…
My loud, yet silent cries…
A storybook full of lies,
That in the woods…
Cries of ghastly souls…like sighs.
Sorrow…
It’s familiar as depression and hate…
It’s too late…
And that’s fate.
I’m so sick of this pain…
Angry, shallow, insane.
Lost…
In the forest of teardrops…
Wet, but fully alive…
His broken body on the ground,
The blood…
He is still…and no sound.
The wind… in his hair…
His features, so delicate…
His cold dead hands…
And sudden despair.
Good bye my lover.
The only thing here…
Is the cold, clouded wall of the abyss…
No kisses…
Just heartache, such pain in this hurtful state…
His sweet kiss…
Is now bitter…
Life itself is a quitter.
Pain…
It’s a tear in my soul…
It’s why my self –esteem so low…
Pain, to he who is dead…
No more shoulder for my head…
Death…
Love…
Nothing above…
My lover…my Archangel…
Death is the gift…
The death angel’s selfish wish…
She’s the blamable one… not him…
Because his love for me is as bright as the sun.
I hope you like.....
( I also got it copyrighted, so, if you steal it you get sued
)
The same familiar shade as your blood…
She, the killer, the angel of death…
Love or murder?
My tear-filled eyes…
My loud, yet silent cries…
A storybook full of lies,
That in the woods…
Cries of ghastly souls…like sighs.
Sorrow…
It’s familiar as depression and hate…
It’s too late…
And that’s fate.
I’m so sick of this pain…
Angry, shallow, insane.
Lost…
In the forest of teardrops…
Wet, but fully alive…
His broken body on the ground,
The blood…
He is still…and no sound.
The wind… in his hair…
His features, so delicate…
His cold dead hands…
And sudden despair.
Good bye my lover.
The only thing here…
Is the cold, clouded wall of the abyss…
No kisses…
Just heartache, such pain in this hurtful state…
His sweet kiss…
Is now bitter…
Life itself is a quitter.
Pain…
It’s a tear in my soul…
It’s why my self –esteem so low…
Pain, to he who is dead…
No more shoulder for my head…
Death…
Love…
Nothing above…
My lover…my Archangel…
Death is the gift…
The death angel’s selfish wish…
She’s the blamable one… not him…
Because his love for me is as bright as the sun.
I hope you like.....
( I also got it copyrighted, so, if you steal it you get sued