Troy Clark And Neal Simons
Biography of Troy Clark And Neal Simons
The poems we write are no longer writting together, Neal and I are now seperate poets, so when you see written by Troy Clark, or when you see written Neal Simons, it was done alone. But, if you see Neal Simons and Troy Clark written, it was both. I, Troy Clark, purpose that Neal and I also rewrite all our old poems, because we both have advanced pretty far into our art, let us take the old, pathetic poems that we have created and make them anew, Pour le bien de notre avancement dans notre art, nous ferons à nouveau: For the good of our advancement into our art, we will make anew.
Troy Clark And Neal Simons's Works:
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Troy Clark And Neal Simons Poems
I am forgotten, Forever unknown, My death means nothing, I've reaped what I've sown.
With my dreams shattered, I start to cry, I don’t know why you had to die, I loved your smile,
I see all who die. I saw all who lived. I am eternal, Never dying,
The color is fading. The soul is dying. Blood is dripping. Pouring from my veins.
The Light Of Day
When hope is lost, When freedom caged, To see no light, The light of day,
You walk at night Under the light of the moon, Your skin so pale, yet so radiant, And your hair black as the ravens
Hawk Of War
In darkest day and darkest night, The flames of war shall be my light. Let the flames define my role, So the hawk of war shall carry my soul.
With black wings I fly, With red eyes I see, With the darkness flowing high above, Death shall speak to me.
Paint It Black
Just paint it black, Forget the red, Just paint it black, And you’ll be dead,
Blackened roots, Twisting and turning, Slithering over the carcusses of the dead. The dark and hollow trees
Fading To Colors
Take me away, To a place were colors are the same, My colors are fading, From white to black,
Worse Than Before
I hate my life For what it is I hate myself For who I am.
My sanity torn to pieces, My faith in god destroyed, I turn to the darkness for guidance And hail the destructive void.
The Cruelist Void
through distant lands, there lays the void, a place of sorrow, with souls destroyed,
The color is fading.
The soul is dying.
Blood is dripping.
Pouring from my veins.
It’s like a nightmare.
That I can’t escape from.
Slowly swallowing me.
Consuming me, dragging me.