Picking at scars its nearly time,
nothing is all that is ever mine.
Time never heals it only burns
when this gets rolling the wheel turns
sombre feelings no longer yearn,
blackest of hearts unforgiven
madness and hatred the mind is driven,
back, back, Back to the shadows where I stand alone
nothing to comfort the heart made of stone.
Now riding daemons, thoughts lay shattered
upon the road of life bruised and tattered.
One thought left shouts aloud
no longer with honour no longer proud.
Left alone screaming at the dark
no light given not even a spark.
Curse you now with all my hate
curse you now, grim is my fate.
"Time never heals it only
"Time never heals it only burns"
Nice line, even if I don't agree with it.
Time is all we will ever have, our memories must sustain us, not hurt us.
My Secret River
Words have great power
These words are a written representation of hatred, to agree with hatred you must first be consumed by it. Emotions are the words of the soul and altho it is fun to hide in the shadows we must take care not to trip over ourselves for we cannot see where we are going, let alone where we have been. In short,
Words have great power... but words cannot kill. I am pleased that you find these words nice, if somwhat unagreeable ;) I Thankyou for reading and will endevor to find some of your words to enjoy
this is not the end, this is not the begining of the end, this is merely the end of the begining.