Crystal Methodone

Sketched in blood
Is what the throne
Little crosses cryptic tone
Vines and rag weed
On the stone
Decaying corpses alter moans

The dead are better then you
Its all a matter of view
Point your fingers and dispise
But see where your future lies

There is a house indignity
They call it the Mourning Star
And in the Gods and stars shine
The past haunts us thus far

My seeds have witherd beneath me
Watered with my tears
Thus they wither and thus they die
The cradle they hold so dear

They all withheld thier sorrows
Drowned in distilled poison tears
All of which has laid to die
On the bone dust pier

The heavens rain the blood and fire
and all is gone today but I dont feel
                   for Angels 
And the wrath of death it still draws near
I look away to God to feel
                   for Angels
And wrathful as it may seem I saw myself wanting to be
The mirror shattered and I bleed
                  for Angels
Mother fuckin seed grows
The vines drag them deep beneath them
                 for Angels

Nor in the sea
Thus the man inhales a breeze
Thus in the land of the free
Comes with dignity
Honey coated misanthropy
Swayed in the ash strewn street

So thus they screem all in
The land of the free

Sam Is one of thoes people that, always pulls you down when your good mood sits in, sadisitc or not i like it *grins* .. nah in actuallity hes a sweetheart, always there to shove a boot up my ass.
Hes creativity always inspires me, the above four poems all belong to him so, if you bite off what he wrote, will both personally hunt you down and kill you.

~Sams Home~

~My Home~