In a Crowd I stand

It is kinda funny, she said to herself.
How in a crowd I stand, Yet I still wept.
Nobody will see these tears I hide,
Nobody will know yet still by myside.
I shivered with fears,
of my future that is near.
The things i cant see,
If I should leave it be.



I am ALONE...

Suffering High

Do I find the beauty in someone's pain,
their suffering is mine, and mine to obtain.
I like to hear their screams outloud,
oh my oh my, oh wow, oh wow.
I feel so good when they are hurt,
I am not lessen by my worth.
I cannot achieve anything,
but that does not state if i am mean.

Drissle of blood, a pinch of screams,
Maybe hugs if sing.
But in this cauldron I am making for you.
is the pasts of all my moods.

So do I laugh at your pain?
Not at all, I'm only sane.

African Crow

I am the crow that fly high beyond the skies, looking at the barren soil.
I am the crow that takes what I need, and snatch away your soul.
I am the black crow that is only noticed by it color,
I am a crown that lives without a mother.

Do you see me, do you flee?
Do I give you angry, hate or glee?
Do you want to hold me?
Do you want to cuddle me?

I do not believe so, because I am alone.
I am the crow that forevers roam.

I am the African Crow, I give you no hope.