Swaying trees and screeching owls.
Wiping winds and chilling howls.
Deafning screams and eary sounds.
Shadows appear without any source.
...
I grab in the dark,
with the fear of my own pain,
brought on by a child hood past,
screaming aloud,
...
Did I ever tell you
just how special you are to me!
The light that you emit,
might even light a star!
...
Poems are the only way that I am able to get my feelings out. If I did not wright poems I think I would go crazy. Me and my best friend have been doing this a long time and this is the first tome any one has ever read a poem of mine. Hope you like it.)
Hell Bound
Swaying trees and screeching owls.
Wiping winds and chilling howls.
Deafning screams and eary sounds.
Shadows appear without any source.
I know he's coming his footsteps pound.
I'm hell bound.
No reason to scream,
no one listening any way.
In my head i hope it's just a dream,
that I'll live to see another day.
I'm hell bound.
Now my heart is racing,
no time to run.
One small turn,
now all is done.
I'm hell bound.
I scream into the darkness,
hoping this is not it.
Now I have come to see
the hell that binds is me.