The Death Of The MartyrHe stands alone in the cold rain Watching and waiting for better daysThe Death Of The Martyr
His silence so eminent it rivals the cold His heart so hallow no longer made of gold
The sky opens up and emits thunder As he stands by her grave, she’s six feet under
Though his love for her is not at all lost And he’ll stand by her side even in wintertime frost
His heart aches deeply
Looking on meekly
He sighs as he can take this no more
At his last wits, he’s torn to bits
That pistol begins to look so friendly
With t
| The name's Destyni. Destyni Disaster. Born in a boring hometown and raised in my own little world. My sun rises and sets on my family and friends. I believe in second chances and miracles. I trust easily, but once that trust is lost it is hard to regain. I can be your best friend or your worst enemy; that's up to you I don't care what people think of me...so say what you want. Guys and girls say I'm one amazing kid, and they're right. I'm not cocky, I'm confident. All around, I'm a pretty nice kid and will talk to almost anyone, so hit me up; Whether it's for business or just to chat, I wont bite... unless you're into that sort of thing. Photography and Graphics are my passion. |
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