A gloomy Thursday night
There’ll be no moon light
As dark clouds won’t allow
And won’t let reasons flow
The skyline lacks remorse
And hate is on its course
Soon the resilient chain
That links these hearts
Will turn brittle within
Toxins of selfishness
Burn even the sturdiest
Venom of the proudest
Kills even the mightiest
Soon the resilient chain
Will turn brittle within
Bit of sincere apologies
Could have been fine
Like sweet bitter wine
It’ll wash away enmities
All scars shall fade in time
And the sun, soon will shine
Bask in it, hand in hand
Back will be, laughter and fun
hmmm where should i start ..,I know lets start wit my brother wanna-be emo gothic ape talking S.O.B gay fashion designer that cuts him self, and me? well im just me
 "jake2390")