zechariah

Even Black hearts bleed red.
I live as a pale colored phoenix,
wings of fire spread wide to the purple sky.
Lost in the hunt,
I bite at the hands that fear me.
My hands clench,
holding tight onto regret.
I laugh so I wont cry,
Know if I stop running I'll surely die.


Mmm Taco Bell. Cheesy heart clogging goodness.

I hate it when I start feelin poetic, because I always feel dumb after I write it and it comes out crap.

And once again I think I've fucked up and lost a friend.