Darknes falls, demons awake.
In search of lost souls to tempt to take
Preying on innocence, feasting on dreams
Youthful laughter turned to agonized screams
death is something tha will hapen no mather what but ther some people that
chose to discarde that fact and chose a diferent path the wrong path
that will thinnen ther ability 2 live and thiken ther ability 2 die
the path is in your hand choose it whisely.
a another day in paradise(yea right)
Gabriel Dragon Roy
What happens in the next stanza of your poem, you know, when the sun comes up the next mourning as it always does? Please write some more and poke me on my page when your ready. All the best.
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Your poem, Paths Taken, about the guy who died, struck a chord with me. Did you know my brother, I wonder?
Maybe I've been in Vancouver downtown granville area meth scene for about 6 years.... Haven't been to any other province
death is something tha will hapen no mather what but ther some people that
chose to discarde that fact and chose a diferent path the wrong path
that will thinnen ther ability 2 live and thiken ther ability 2 die
the path is in your hand choose it whisely.
a another day in paradise(yea right)
Gabriel Dragon Roy
So,
What happens in the next stanza of your poem, you know, when the sun comes up the next mourning as it always does? Please write some more and poke me on my page when your ready. All the best.
Ngai