the story of my life

sun beams alight my face
darkness is what does replace

my eyes are coal black against the blue

souls is black against the white

colors fade with time, so what does it really matter?

we all leave this world in the end,
destined for a new beginning

everything that begins, does sometime end

life and death in endless cirlcles
like happiness and strife

such is the story of my hellish life

by XneurotoxicX
posted on 04/13/2008