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
'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
When I slit my wrist I felt nothing Everything went away It was just the knife and I
'Always Say I Love You'
You looked at me You held the key You had the flame And yet never came
I’m so lost I don’t know where to go I look at you Your eyes are smoke Your heart is warm
'How Does It Feel To Want'
How does it fell to want? Do you feel the pain? Is it torture to your soul? You came to me in a dream
'Sing For Me'
The blood drips but you don’t care You just ignore it, like it isn’t even there I touch your lips they are wet with blood They taste like the flood in your heart
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