Biography of Timothy hopkins
16 year old kid that injoys to wright poems
Timothy hopkins's Works:
Timothy hopkins Poems
I feel so empty The emptiness that only depression can fill Cased by stress the emptiness grows Like a tornado devouring all in its path
The Darkness Inside Me
Tears fall like raindrops From a soul filed with fear Fear of darkness within Both far and so near
Life And Death
Life is like a seed that blooms into a beautiful flower And death is like a blade that slashes the skin
In The Days
In the days when i was lonely, In the days when my heart wondered for love, In the days when the sun burnt my joy, In the days when the wind blew my hope,
On the ground I lay Motionless in pain I can see my life flash before me Then I fall asleep
To the last breath To the last bullet To the last man standing We fight
I guess I just a ghost cuz everybody walks through me If I died in class they would probably say they knew me Or they wouldn't even care they wouldn't even move A dead body rotting in the back of the room
Love Of The Crazy
I didn't know what love was Until you came around You got me planted to the ground But you walk all over me laughing
Around, all around, the dark memories gather My dread grows as the Dark One's touch falls against my neck It slays me, and darkly my life's blood drips
The night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, soulless are we. The emotion for which you pray flares once, then dies, smothered by your obsession.
The night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, soulless are we. The emotion for which you sacrifice yourself flares once, then dies, crushed by madness.
Around, all around, the dark memories gather. My dread grows as the stroke of death falls against my heart. It slays me, and darkly my life's blood drips
You Are Killing Me
What am I to you? You give me my stress You're the reason I can't sleep You cos my depression
Around, all around, the dark memories gather.
My dread grows as the stroke of death falls against my heart.
It slays me, and darkly my
life's blood drips
to the dead grass.
In pain I fall limply
while death hovers close.
Now alone, my soul falls upon uncaring eyes.
This is death