Forgive me father for what i've done,
I'm not this monster that I've become
Waltzing through this Midnight hour,
I'm nothing more then a Poisoned flower.
Reatching up towards the sky,
slowly growing as days go by.
these skeletons haunt me in my dreams,
to make these nightmares become obscene.
A foot in the grave and five teeth broken
a face so scarred its just a token
broken wings that will never fly
haveing the ability to never die
tears of sorrow on my grave stone
only made from a broken home
Forgive me father for what i've done,
I'm not this monster that I've become
Waltzing through this Midnight hour,
I'm nothing more then a Poisoned flower.
I hope to find forgiveness as you can see,
so what is it you exspect of me.
moonlight shadows of the forgotten,
dance the waltz to a song long broken.
a Lullaby of once a Beautiful Dream,
now torn and ripped and forced to bleed.
Dropped to hell in a lower pitch,
now the lullaby is like a stich.
made to remind us of the midnight hour,
as our souls begin to cower.
The power of God,
Is not for man
but ill still ask for your helping hand.
Forgive me father for what i've done,
I'm not this monster that I've become
Waltzing through this Midnight hour,
I'm nothing more then a Poisoned flower.
Time to go the winters come
The Roses Pettles,
The snow has won
So dance forever to the song so cold
I wrote this while singing with a broken soul
With a soul thats turned into an animals home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem