R.i.PIf tears could build a stairway and memories were a lane,
we would walk right up to heaven to bring you home again,
no farewell words were spoken,
no time to say goodbye,
you were gone before we knew it and only god knows why.
Our hearts still ache with sadness and secret tears will flow
what it meant for us to loose you
no one will ever no.
gone but not forgottenyour leaving gave me so much pain,
We all Did Our Best,
To Try And Stay Sain.
We Felt The Pressure Of Our EveryDay Lives.
We Hoped To God, We Wouldn't Have To say goodbye.
What I Would Give,
To Re-Live The Day.
god decided to take you,
so i wud have chance to say,
i love you gran and i always will.
and to see you again i wud kill
You've Been Gone For So Long,
Everything Feels So Wrong.
I'm Starting To Forget,
The Way You Kissed,
The Feeling I Got,
When You Touched My Wrists.
You May Be Gone...
But You'll Never Be Forgotten.
to see her again was her grandaughters cry
but as tym goes on , the cry seems to die
we all love you so much gran
and we will always be here
waiting for the day that we can come near
you left so quiet, so peaceful in tha night
you followed those stairs and into the light
i hope you are happy now in tha place above
as there is always a place in my heart for you
filled with warmth and love x<3x
R.I.P grandma Evans
the dark angelShe cries, she lies, she tries.
She's alone, she's as cold as stone, she came from the [[unknown]].
She sleeps, wherever the truth may creep, a mountain so tough
&& a mountain too steep.
She does not live, she cannot forgive, no intention to re-live.
She flies away, she will not stay, one return a day.
A soul so sharp, a brain so smart, two wings so dark.
She carries a knife, takes a life, although she knows it is not right.
The angel from below, stands alone.. then lurks back to the unknown.
x___She is [[The angel of sin]]____X
living on tomorrows hopeI wake up every morning with a bullet in my head.
My eyes are swollen and scratched out.
But it's only apart of a nightmare I'm living.
My weak body is scarred from endless lacerations.
I can hardly move, but somehow, someway I'm still alive.
Polluted from bad sins. Evicted from heaven.
Will He ever forgive me?
I sleep in my own bloodbath, embracing my own blood by the second.
Veins and bones, stick out of my non-motion statue-figure. But it doesn't matter if I forgot to eat.
Sounds fade.. but their life saving songs still play on and on.
I dream of yesterday's hope, breathing on nothing.
My ears are sealed, I can't hear the screams of help.
It rains almost every day, and when it does it rains black thick contaminated ink.. Cursing my life more than it already is.
My spine is damaged, I can't move..*numb* *pain* *immune* *broken* *cursed*
Where's the path to happiness?? Does it even exist??
Black, sethered smoke has reduced my blurry sight.
My sight; my view of the world; my view of th