Biography of Thomas Henderson
I am single, I miss my home town a lot. my friends and my homies. i am a juggalo I love ICP i am a Wiccan and i pry to the goddess of the world. AND TO ALL THE JUGGALOS OUT THEIR WOOP WOOP! ! ! !
Who I'd Like to MeetICP, TWISTED, DARK LOTUS LAMB OF GOD, CRADLE OF FILTH, HATEBREED 3 DOORS DOWN! ! !
Thomas Henderson Poems
The Rejects Of The World
There are a lot of people that are different We are some of those people Some people are afraid of us People call us rejects or outsiders
Are You Scared Of Me?
What are you scared of? Where are you going? Where are you going? I wonder what you are doing Are you scared of me?
The Dying Rose
The dark red rose wittles with pain until the rain washes it away
Fear Is Everywhere You Look
Everyone has a fear They don’t even know where it comes from Fear is everywhere you don’t have to look There are fears that scare little kids
I wake up to your loving voice Saying that you love me to the darkest hour I say I love you more then you could ever know I go to school see you kiss another
New Breath Of Life
I look has the sun rises to bring the end of a cold night The breeze of the morning sun wakes up the world But there are parts that don’t get touched by the sun The dark figures rest in the shadows
Broken Heart V2
I wake up to your birds of your voice; you say you love me to the darkest hour I say I love you to even more, I go to school, I see you kiss another on there lips of wine. The blood in me starts to boil to a steam. I get very angry with you, So go away and get out of my life I want to be alone with this broken heart I don’t want to see another soul. My broken heart beats real slowly like the beating of an Indian rain dance drum going slower and slower until it stops.
The Dying Rose
The dark red rose
wittles with pain
until the rain
washes it away
once the rain
has come it
it will nourish
the dying world
in the light