Poems and the dark side.

Black birds of dreaming.

I dream a dream.

Black birds fly.

A baby girl smiles at me.

A bucket of love in side.

Find it on the sea.

I love my mum and famley.

Night comes with black and darknus.

The shit of a night of pain.

I have the knife,i think of ending it.

I love a million people.

And my mum,i love her the moste.

So i wont spred blood.

I walk hills of people.

And look at the sky.

Of pain.

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Girl on the hill

Sad times go with sad rimes.

Oh!oh!oh.

I se a girl on the grean hill.

She takes a smoke.

As she chokes.

I cry!cry!cry.

I place my self on the hill she is placed.

I sing a song.

She stands and comes to me.

She kisses me.

We have wiled sex.

That night was my storry.

To just be.

To not end it.

I cry to the wolf.

She kisses me.

The freak.

I see that time.

Again and again.

That was me.

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Blood of the night.

I see black.

I am so happy looking in to your eyes.

I took some feeling from you.

I love you so.

And the night i looked at you.

I cryed.

Yeah i cryed.

Taking 1 look at your red lips i saw some blood on you.

I asked you if you was ok.

I went to the armer of trees.

I lived like a wolf.

Taking food when i can.

And crying.

Crying.

Crying.

That was me.

Lastb night i looked up and i changed.

I become a man.

Knife in hand i took my wolf skin off.

And i was your man.

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Ha the joke.

I am the joke.

The ha ha ha man.

I got a life for people to laf at.

Night is my happy time.

People shout in the street.

I look back.

And smile.

i am the man who's a joke you see.

The disabled freak.

I talk to people and thay smile and feel sorry for me.

I don't want that.

I want to be known for my art poems and music.

Ask me what i want i will say i want to be happy.

And i am but i ask for people to know me as well.

Stars are in the dark sky.

And i look up.

And i wish but i am not the joke.

Just me.

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Night is for killing.

Dark comes and i want to die.

A knife a slash.

I want hope and life.

I am so dark.

Life gos on as i cry.

You may laf.

I shake in my wake.

I am like a wolf.

A clean kill.