peace

A soft goodbye. A simple note. Im what im. In scilence. In peace. In death. The only thing i lived by. "So others may live" and now I die. Peace at last. Free. Now dont cry for me. Be happy that im gone. You dont have to out up with this ass hole

The peace

Run free. Run far from this place. Fimd myself far fromt he world. With who I want to be with. I call her my angel. The peace in the cahous. The sanity to my insace mind. Yet in the newly found scilence of my mind I die. Yet what is the death inside my mind but what it always has ben. Rebirth. Rising from the ashes. A new person with new chalanges. With new hopes. With a new love. Yet somthings die with him. Somethings end. Some things change. Yet I continue to live. My angel makes sure of this for I dont want to hurt her. I just want to watch the sunset in a diffrent place and feal at home foronce. In the peace.

Cold hands

The cold hands. The cold bodies. The cold graves. The cold people. The cold souls. the numbness of death. The scilence. The fear. The way we live. The way we grown numb and cold. The ways we die. In scilence. waiting for the cold hands to take us to our cold grave.

home

When I stand alone I fall alone. When you stand together I fall and some one will catch me. For iam not alone but iam home.

ellos

I walk softly in the dark. For i have known no good nor evil. I have done manythings. Good and evil. Yet I still walk softly in this darkness. I walk in this darkness not alone.

pain from a freind

Pain. A complex subject for me to talk about. The pain that is always there, never ceasing, never ending. The pain we live with. Each day knowing it is the pain. The pains that lets us know we are still living. The pains that runs through every bone in my body. The pains that I wish would end. Sometimes I wonder if all I feel is pain. Yet strength is not hiding the pain. Covering it with a mask. It’s not showing your weakness. It’s not letting everyone know what your pain is. It’s living with the pain. Yet we all hid our pain and move on day to day. Sun rise to sunset. Sometimes the sun just sets and I feel no pain in the darkness. Then I ask myself. Is it over? In the darkness I feel nothing. Yet pain is. The best way to fix it. Well there isn’t a way to fix it, but there is a way to combat it. Find something to cover the pain and eventfully it will be eliminated.

The moon light

The moon light makes the waves glow as they clash on the rock along the shore. The clouds will soon cover the moon and it will be dark. The storm sould be coming this night. Sould I sit in the house and wait it out or watch the soft rain on the rocks by the shore? The storm will wash away the froot prints in the sand. The foot prints from the pathes will be turned to mud. Some bridges may be washed away. Yet in this storm there is peace. Just the rain drops in my head. Watching the waves beat the rocks. Just watching the storm pass by.