dropping by. I'll be back when school starts up again in August.

of the ways,
songed a songbird black
with soot and dust,
a child can grow in shadows,
games streak with dark and
with nothing and with
empty as the years
go, as the years
go so goes the child,
so goes the light
and when the years are gone,
we can sing black
with soot and dust,
we've killed him.
So we'll all sing now
black and

suffer, little children.
Today I feel electric grey
I hope tomorrow, neon black
the commas annoy me to.
i dislike the last line. it seems that, before, the tone was mysterious-like, and then the last line is too direct.
it seemed kind of cliche...
Quote by herby190
When I saw that, I thought of musical notes.... my elementary school teachers taught them as "tee-tees" "ta-tas" and a bunch of other nonsense....