Biography of Brytanne Lee
Well when you read my poems u will relize that I'am good in the gothic arts. I love rock music, and really dont seem like the arts type, but I really am. I love the movie the Labyrinth and I love it here in Romania, and I can't wait to move back to france! I love all my friends and I respect all arts and poems no matter who you are as long as you care about the arts too. Please look at my poems they are what a live for and they get me throuh the bad times and good times. I hope to become a musician so wish me luck!
Brytanne Lee's Works:
I have not yet to publish a book but I hope to one day.
Brytanne Lee Poems
'A Razorblade Love'
Death is all around us Blades dance on our wrist In sweet harmonial bliss I love when you say those words
He watches me at night He comes to my window and takes my hand We go to the roof and look at the stars I gaze into those black holes he calls eyes
'Death To All Humanity'
Everyone lies Everyone cheats and steals We are all walking into our own graves We kill ourselves everyday with stupid beliefs
'Dance In Misery'
I walked into the room He was standing there looking as he always did His hair was black as charcoal His eyes shined like blue diamonds
'Atheism Of Love'
Circumstances irrelevant to the way that I feel There is nothing to change my mind Meeting people that make me sick, and sicker Seeing people that cause me to do things
'As I Lay Dying'
As I lay dying Everyone acts like they care They don’t They hate me
'An Unexpected Death'
I cut myself again It didn't hurt this time It was deeper then ever before I lied down on the bed, waiting for you call
Those eyes pierced my soul Those eyes made me feel like I was the only one Those eyes made me feel Those eyes followed my every move
Things are moving in my room Touching me on my sleep They call to me in my sleep “HELP, HELP! ” they say
'72 Hours Of Pain'
I signed myself in not knowing what I was getting into The room is sad and filled with pain There is screaming next door I cry
'No One's There'
I open the door, I look around No ones there I stand alone in a dark room ho-ping to talk to someone No ones there
Suffering is good Suffering is bad It is all that you desire It is all that you hate
There is a girl on a corner Nobody ever warned her The marks on her wrist Have blood running to her fist
'Why Haven'T You Called'
I wait hour by hour Minute by minute Second by second To hear the sound of ringing
There is a girl on a corner
Nobody ever warned her
The marks on her wrist
Have blood running to her fist
She hates to wait
Next to the cemetery gates
She sings her songs of mourning
And ignores their warning
She is selling something everybody wants