Him

He’s on his way, I know he’s coming He has no remorse, you should all start running. Nasty and cold, he cuts like a blade, He’s breaking through the walls of the prison I made Eyes clear and calm but as dark as night, Never runs, always in the mood for a fight. Emotional anorexic,…

Yellow Roses

Roses are yellow and history’s hell. Will it hurt less this year? There’s no way to tell, Till you get there, and realise, it’s always the same. It never really fades, you still feel the pain. Like that day you watched snow fall, and prayed for your son. You waited for an answer that would…