with every poem something inside is awaken
with every breath you take in
like looking in the mirror to see you
but its not you its the one inside
who has nothing to do but hide
when facing the true
it doesnt mean the past is a lie if its new
like a kid in school who brings a tool
not to kill others
but to spill his blood in the pool
now he thinks he went from zero
to hero
the only one laughing is the angel in the dark
from the bloodly fangs of a dogs bark
life shows you the dark and the deep
with the shadow who likes to reap
but there is the happy and the joy
like a toddler with its brand new toy
the smile of a new borm
or a knife in the back like a thorn
like a peddle of a rose on your lips
or the touch of air on soft fingertips
who ever you maybe there is a story to be told
from the young to the old
write your own
with the voice of a angels tone