Tyson Schnell Poems
|4.||Mist Of Dreams||3/26/2009|
|5.||A Journey Home||3/26/2009|
|7.||My Baby Girl||3/26/2009|
|13.||Marijuana On My Coat||3/24/2010|
|14.||Tomb Of Hopes||8/11/2010|
|15.||Call Me Your Lover||8/14/2010|
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Growing like moss on the trunck of a willow tree, comsuming everything amongst the rightousness in your mind. It tweaks the very sanity of your self asurance, and it is filling the already full spaces within yourself.
Its inside growing, it grows until it seeps out of the pours in your skin. this thing is everywhere. Do not run, it will find you. It always does. If you keep running it will only get worse.
''Hello, is anybody out there? I need somebody''
Worry no longer, I am here
''Who are you... Where are you? ''
I am right here. I am behind you, above you, infront and ...
There were all the lies i'v told
all the promises i can't hold
you left my heart all black and cold
those sympathies fake
suicidal thoughts awake
for what a gun can take
it will help stop the ache
The maggots are done