Poems from Hancock.r
I write and scribe,
And weed these thoughts,
Weed them out.
These cursed thoughts.
Damnd be the stories told.
Not mine not my stories,...
I spend so many sleepless nights,
Wondering the cursed halls.
The halls lit by candel light,
Halls of my lowly house.
This house to big...
Oh so many gleaming lights,
Gleaming shining in the night,
Little lights in teh sky.
Rubies, diamonds, platinum, nay!
Much more precious...
The day that once was lost,
Will never more be found,
The flower that blooms in light,
Will never flourish in the dark,
The words so...
The bones that snap and break,
Are all in human make
The bloody cuten slate,
Are all the mortal traits.
The Imperfectities,
Are not in...