

my "friend"you hide behind the guise of a true friend... you act like youre doing great things for me... you fool everyone into thinking youre my friend... you fool everyone but me... ive seen you do it... you hide youre betrayel pretending to do favors for me...you come barring gifts of wich hold no absolute value to you.."i got youre back bro,you know how i do"..untill you find out that what you once thought was a worthless gift has some sort of value you cleverly take it back for youre on selfish greed an try to replace it with yet another less valuable gift and pretend that youre doing a favor for me....i can see threw you my friend. dont be fooledmy "friend"


Time slips awayit's morning once again, it all feels like a dream our everyday lives.. sometimes,i don't even think it's real, but, i come to the terrefying conclusion that infact, it is real..its very real..theres nothing we can do to escape.. we just wait.. its all a big wating game. we dont have all the time in the world to sit around and do notihng... the clock goes tick tock tick tock over our names how much time do you have left ??? is there an angel of death over youre sholder as you read this??? are you just starting youre journy into life??? were living on borrowed time, what will you do with the time you have left?? will you leave yourTime slips away


The faded kiss of razor bladesYour lips they taste of razor blades, Our love will someday surely fade, what we once felt, was all so fake.. so many mistakes u made, so many mistakes i made.. i realy wish i hadn't stayed, but, it's too late, the damage was made, the smiles all brake, replaced by hate, your kisses gone, they fade away, my heart now black, my eyes now gray, my lips now numb, my kisses fade...The faded kiss of razor blades


Heavy stepsI'm on my knees, a heavy cross strapped to my back with the chains of pain and sufforing. The cross that'll one day be the marking of my journey through life, as i lay my soul to rest. my feet grow heavy, with each passing day. The journey far to long and i cant see the end of the road ahead. my head is weary, my eyes now red, my body weitherd near decay. i want to sleep, i want to rest, but, it wont happen until im dead. i have a hunger, i cannot satisfie, a thirst, i cannot quenge. my mind beaten, my spirit shatterd, my heart inHeavy steps
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Kind regards,
Frank
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