Pretentious, Egotistical wankers
inDIE-cHEROkee-chic
Egotistical manics are trying to break down my door,
Force they will frail the core.
Each bust damages the wall,
By now I’m already on the floor.
Arms spreading out of my torso,
Reaching for what is forceful.
Armed and protecting my flaws,
Blood could be oozing from my pores.
If I don’t act with open sores,
Why should I fight I’m already dead.
How could you fright you already said,
‘the ones we choose are the tons we try too loose.’
The tons lost now are the ones crossed down,
Why should I fright you already said.
How could you fight your already dead.
Savannah Skelton
After reading it again it meant so much more, I caught the title finally Die Hero, and it gave it a different feel. It's very good.
After reading it again it meant so much more, I caught the title finally Die Hero, and it gave it a different feel. It's very good.
Savannah Skelton
My favorite type of writing to read is something written in the heat of detestation. The antonyms are a good touch too.
My favorite type of writing to read is something written in the heat of detestation. The antonyms are a good touch too.
A sad song, too many sing! Pain drains... Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing