tou yang

Rookie (06/12/93 / minnesota)

angle of sorrow...


This be me the angle of sorrow…
This is me the angle you wont see tomorrow…
The angle of sorrow who looks for no tomorrow…
The angle of sorrow isn't the one you want to borrow…
This angle isn't going to mangle but he's just going to dangle…
From the ceilings he is going to dangle…

The angle or sorrow is the angle who wont be here forever however
His sorrow will remain in this place forever.
I will bring on sheer terror so be ready to fear
Im coming at you with a spear…don't let me get near… because I will tear you to
Smears…steer away from my path before you get blast…
This place is soo vast but remember that I am fast…
don't let me pass or you will be last…

This is the angle of sorrow…
The angle you wouldn't wanna see tomorrow…


By: Tou Yang

Submitted: Sunday, May 17, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, July 17, 2012

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