Post by PrettyGirl_Is_Suffering on Jul 16, 2002 19:38:45 GMT -5
This poem in my opion use to be better but I lost the orginal. 
So I re-made it from what I remembered and added new stuff. Anyways this isn't the most happy poem , I made it was mad. Oh well.
When the power of lies poisions our minds
When a friends stabs your back from of the behind. When the truth is forgotten lost in a strong wall of hate. When there is no turning back because it is too late. When there is no one to turn to and you sit alone. When the only thing you can do is cry and moan.
When your soul is tangled into a untieable knot.
When the pain inside you cannott be forgott.
When you sit and wonder why is life a war?
When you decide to go get the knife from the drawer. When the blood starts to splatter and
When your total existence is enteranlly wounded and shattered.
When finally your confused dead body hits the floor.
Thats when I wonder what it's all for.
So I re-made it from what I remembered and added new stuff. Anyways this isn't the most happy poem , I made it was mad. Oh well.When the power of lies poisions our minds
When a friends stabs your back from of the behind. When the truth is forgotten lost in a strong wall of hate. When there is no turning back because it is too late. When there is no one to turn to and you sit alone. When the only thing you can do is cry and moan.
When your soul is tangled into a untieable knot.
When the pain inside you cannott be forgott.
When you sit and wonder why is life a war?
When you decide to go get the knife from the drawer. When the blood starts to splatter and
When your total existence is enteranlly wounded and shattered.
When finally your confused dead body hits the floor.
Thats when I wonder what it's all for.
