Poets

The Title Escapes Me Over and over sadness dwells, Watching my dreams, as they burn in hell

The trees sway back and forth as if to dance with the wind; the street lights come on as the sun sets and the darkness begins. The chill of the night falls on the city as the wealthy go to bed; while others look for a place, any place, just to lay their head.

Pain is a demon it's name is Rage It sucks your life out and makes you change