Submissions by Healerqueen

I become weaker and weaker, slower and slower, as blood Continues to pour from me. My films of memory Begain to fade, as I die. Wishing only if I could touch  and see my child again.

Window
I look out this window and all I see is the past
The past that builds false hope
I look and see the shadow that was once you
The shadow that take everything
And now I see through the windows of my eyes
Now I watch my family become old and start a new


sorror this poem if its called that doesnt make sence..... and it would be cool if people of the site could try to improve it with the subject of window and past..... thank you

What is human
is it the abilty to feel love,
the abilty to feel hate,
the abilty to sacrifice,
OR is it the abilty to feel nothing but pain
to feel nothing but sorror
to have nothing but murder on the brain
     What is human
is human weak, nothing but a puppet for the devil
is human weak, decreased to animals fighting with no purpose
Humans are nothing but selhish, greedy, living day to day night to night full of pain, crushing anyone who gets in the way
Human lives on a line, thier purpose in life is nothing but entertainment, nothing but viwers...

What is human
is it the abilty to feel love,
the abilty to feel hate,
the abilty to sacrifice,
OR is it the abilty to feel nothing but pain
to feel nothing but sorror
To have nothing but murder on the brain  
     What is human
is human weak, nothing but a puppet for the devil