shadowmatt

my life should be through but it starts a new walking around without a clue i dont no wat to do not knowing who to trust and who is true how do u know who to believe in when all there is is darkness and sin pain and fear the end of all life could be near then again i could be wrong it could be a time so long that time itself  starts 2 4get        when time stands still when time decides it has time to kill noone can push time around tho we try thats when we die   time does not lie or stop 4 anyone     4 time there is no meaning of fun and there is noone  4 which time will stand still 4 and that feeling of all else fad

when the end draws near the darkness shall clear and bring with it the end of all humans, creatures and birds that soar there is nothing that shall stay or out live judgement day the life u live will decide ur fate waiting to claim u heven and hell shall wait for now but still everyone asks how what to do to get a place be one of the survivers of the human race they dont understand the disgrace brought upon this world by us the unknown future shall be the key still with hope and misery death shall walk across the plains never over looking streets or lanes no place is safe or secure a tempting life is the lure and when

I walk into the house there is no love here This place contains lots     including the pain and fears The walls hold the blood the carpet the tears This place is the place of my fears The news hits the stand Young girl hit by a man 7 broken bones 12 foster homes But no home 4 her here When the world thinks u see nothing That's when u see all Watching as ppl climb Laughing when they fall There is no home here anymore To young to defend to young to protect Young ones suffering for no love and neglect Tears will stop running her bones will heal Nothing can change how this young girl feels With a flick of his blade 4 her no m

the world is not always black and white wrong or right what happends when u comes across grey a eterity that last 1 day time has the contol for all to survive but there is more a single urge that can bring u back from the verge of  the fear that death lurks near there is no need to fear wat might happen "wat might" is not in ur control   it  feels like its eating at ur soul u no u dint do it but that does not make it hurt any less u still think its ur mess so u try ur best but what when that is not enough what about when  life get tough when fear starts to close in when fear starts to win how do u bring urse

the roads hold my fears their graves my tears so much joy boght to me by 2 boyz y did they think it was fun to drive  while r they no longer alive y do i feel so sad  mad  and glad is it that they will feel no pain now is it how i should feel its just  like i m not whole anymore my eyes are sore from the tears that did run looking back on the days of fun   makes tears run  fresh again just reliving the pain the fort of them burns a hole in my heart for the boyz that were smart they just  made a bad mistake y their life did  it take now they have no life for them no future wife or watching their kids grow o

as the cards fall     cheers from all except one this was a game of fun not life or death players on the right and left the blood comes close to the skin on him the  only other one in     i shall win at most cost but not this his chest starts to tighten the rest of the players r frighten his face is red i m ok he said as he starts to  lose color he really is a good fulla as the fear starts to leave his face from face to face as it races not stoping in other places     except mine for i no this man   and he knows me he is my dad ya see 5 hands later the pains r getting greater u can tell by the way nothing

fear is the key there needs to be a balance of ur control and fears u only have so many tears to be placed over love, loss and disgrace but how come fear consumes more then the rest not evan at is best but it still sheds the most when fear starts to consume u and u dont no wat to do think of things to remove ya fears even if they bring forth tears anything is better then not living to the full life is full of bull there is nothing ya can do but take the good with  the bad that makes me mad if u hide from the world u lose without trying thats like lying down and dying to fear u r just a tool to the world u might b

what happens when all the pain is gone what happens when its time to move on what happens when fear is no longer fearfull what happens when eyes r no longer tearfull what happens   there comes a time for all when even the greast shall fall but it is how we climb back that sets us apart from ppl with  smarts ppl with broken hearts ppl with fears so dark    but what happens when all that sets us apart is no more when all those things just make u sore when ur fears become real   your broken heart wont heal when all ya smarts start to melt away that is judgement day what happens when ur loved ones move the other way what ha

Sitting on the porch watching the sun streaming down on the lawn Wilting the already brown grass Sitting there sad and uncertain Waiting for something that seems as if it will never come Not daring to run out into the bright light for fear of being seen For fear of being out in the open When slowly a roll of thunder passes overhead You see the dark clouds quickly rolling in Suddenly a down pour begins You watch as the people of the city pull out their umbrellas Running for cover As the last person disappears and the outside world becomes vacant You run out Standing there with your face to the clouds The cool tears of angels c

 Gingerbread men, chocolate éclairs, freddo frogs and bullseyes. Sweets lots of sweets, Gran was like my own personal sweetshop. Whenever I wanted a sweet she would feed me from her personal stash, even if Daddy had said no first. She’d pass me the sweet then shuffle off to join pa winking at me. She’d stand behind him twirling his hair in her fingers. They were so cute together. Twenty years on and the house is still standing there. The windows are now like soulless eyes not warm and happy like it used to be. I open the front door and get showered by dust. Coughing and spluttering I make my way into the lounge room. The carpe

Forgetting Remembering Which is harder? Forgetting hurts Remembering hurts The thought of forgetting you makes me cry But remembering you tears me apart I thought things were final, but were they? Did I misinterpret the foriegn language which you speak? Did I assume things that are and never were? I pain myself every chance, waiting Begging Chancing Just to catch a glimpse of you as you walk past me in the hall Just to hear your name, and say it myself as I lie in bed during the moonlit hours After you were gone I never forgot the look you gave me when you saw me Or the beautiful smile that crossed your lips when I said somet

Watch. Wait. Act. You watch the monster grow within him. You watch it consume him. You watch him become something he fears. You watch him fight. You wait for him to talk. You wait for his cry of desperation. You wait for him to accept your offer for assistance. You wait for him to come round. You've acted, Acted out your story for him, You've acted out of desperation. But still he struggles, He fights himself, He wants to talk but wont. You pray he comes round. You watch. You wait. You've acted. All you can do is wait some more

People say that they are in Heaven, Seated at the right hand of the Lord. That they sit at his right hand and follow his every command. Well I believe I have one here, A rebel escaped from the throne. He is the man I love and cherish, My own angel, the best part of me. My angel is my everything, He holds the key to my heart, He is the one that I shall hold onto and look after for the rest of my life. So I don't believe That they sit on the throne, I do believe That they walk the earth and look after you and me

I stand between the two, or three to be exact. School, Family and Boyfriend. All three can be so demanding at times, which road to follow i dont know, which one will make me happier I still cannot say. Why I am anywhere confuses me, I'm 17, whining and lost. I dont know which way to turn, which word to take for gospel, which path to take, who to follow who I need more who needs me more I stand between the three, torn, pulled and stretched over them all

This is the day the roses fall, This is the day that girls hope for all. This is the day that boys come out, This is the day so many are without. Today is the day that people are broken, Today is the day that gorgeous words are spoken. Today is the day we all hear an 'I love you', Today is the day most men are true. That is the day that I will remember, That is the day all hearts did surrender. That is the day I shall not forget, That is the day thats not here yet.