Hmm......i hv no idea why im writing this...........why im even here..........but i think i owe this to some ppl...........ppl who may never read this..........but none the less............i owe em.........i just wanna rite down tht today...........after dayz..........i noe again tht im a somebody and tht there r strangers out there........ppl who i might just walk by on e streets............not even glance at em..........but on e net........they wuld be my dearest friendz.............it is strange the way my life is playin out..................the ppl who were frendz were fake and those who dont need to care...........they r always there fr u.............in these past 2 , 3 dayz...............i learnt some new thingz in life......not all pretty but not all ugly either...............i noe tht im here..............riting this............due to some really good ppl.................ppl who hv no idea wat they hv done fr me...........mayb they will never read this........but anyway...................thnk u princess,ma chweet chweet drunk fairy, ma highness, angel,annie,jerry, ma sis and not to forget ma net bro.............even though he has no idea how hes helped me...............thnk u all.................just noe tht this goofball rite here...........he'll be right there fr u..........love u guyz..................

MY STORY

I stod there alone, yet with company
On the house of ye's,rooftop.
Red tantalizing blood dripping, arrow shafts sticking out,
Every hole, every puncture, oozing lifes broth from my rotting corpse.


Standing there, I watched her cross the roads,
Across the towns of my sorrow.
I knew my body would perish,
My soul would wither.
Yet my legs, they betray me,
My eyes hollow sockets, watching her go..........


Being called i was, I knew i had better go,
And yet i stood there,
No sign of discomfort, no!! not even a groan!!.
What he would do, she knew,
Yet she moved on, all care for me gone.


There in my lonliness,
A smile upon his face he stood,
His hands on my soul.
And what could i do??
Except stand there,
Watching her go..........


I opened my mouth, the words wont come out,
Thats when i noticed my tongue...........fallen on the ground
And yet i called out, she turned her head around,
And said with a smirk on her face,
"your heart is dead, your mind on fire..........waiting for you is hells deadly pyre"


My heart by those words was pierced,
I knew now why my life was cursed.


ANd now heavens gardens and hells depth i walk,
He my slave, For his kindom i did take.
And now i be known to all,
Bow down O' Mortal,
For i WALKIN DEATH, shall be the fall of all!!!!

Realize

The blood that runs through your veins,

I am sure reaches no where near you brains.

All our life we work, we tire

Broken in the end retire,

Like some punctured,

Flattened dead tyre.

All night, all day we work

Ignoring the pain, the hunger, it is insane!!

Our wretched souls are dead,

Our bodies on fire,

Live we do, but on our own funeral pyre.

Our life O’lord,

Be worse than hell own burning fire.

The money looks on,

As our souls in it’s vice,

Do themselves expire.

Families burnt, countless hearts torn,

Yet thy counts only the amount ye earns!!

O wretched mate, O poor soul,

The blood that runs through your veins,

It never reaceth your brain.

The more you grow, the bigger you build,

Planes , cars and numerous trains.

But does thy see your children’s pain??

Or thy lovers heart calling yours in vain.

O man that does have life??

Suffer he that made you , seeing your plight.

Then why the sadness ??

Why the pain ??

After all I am death,

Life’s only true gain.

-W.D.

The Best Gift Ever

It flew out straight, a truth about it’s gait,

The air, it supporteth the arrows weight.

Green it gleameth,

In the darkened night sun.

It’s aim be true,

Hatred it’s crew.

Move thy did,

Yet it found it’s mark,

Upon thy treacherous heart.

You give a gasp,

As the hatreds true extent you grasp.

You fall to your knees,

A buzzing in your head, like a thousand bee’s.

Time slows down,

And he stands there watching,

You in that favorite blue gown flapping

The pain goes away,

And thanketh him you do.

A smile on your face,

At the confused look on his.

As death carries you,

To the doors of heaven.

Where saints hold open the gate,

For you to step through,

O lady of noble gait.

ThE PrAyEr

The Prayer

You stand there in the ballroom,

Your body not your own.

The sweat running down your check , it feeleth,

Like the vampire’s favorite drink.

Oh!! What beautiful gleaming eyes they say!!

The very ones which feel glazed , dead and blind to you.

Your hands they move,

Yet thy body has lost it’s groove.

The boys , they stareth,

As thou of slender legs hath moveth.

Like thy eyes, they never notice,

That thou O Queen, has looseth her gait.

The brain be there,

The heart isn’t.

The heart, it is dead,

The brain it reigneth.

I pray to thee,

O’ king of despair.

Loved by none,

Except that one.

Bury her corpse,

The brain, make it die.

So, the soul resurrect be,

Let her, again be Queen.