Under The Tree..

Love Emergeing...
...Cool Breeze Swarming.
Dividing Stench From Beauty...
...Wind Crawling In My Hair.
..Skin.
...Hair Raising Touch From My Heart
I Grasp The Tree And Blanket...
...Then Carve Our Date Of Site
First Kiss..
...Last Words
She Is Nothing But A Image Now..
..A Breeze
A Dream..
...A Figure Of Speech
I Sit Alone Under The Tree...
...Not A Said Or Sorrow Feeling
Just Knowing, Believing...
...She Can Not Be Gone
...She Is Right Here, Next To Me..
But I Feel No Warmth...
..I Always Sit Under That Same Tree..
Looking At Our Carvings..Hearts..Love
..But My Hatred Is Engraved..
..Engraved In The Trunk Of That Willow..
Because I Recieved No Goodbye..
But I Pray To Her Tonight...

Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.

Up.

up.

again

motherfucker you stole your name from the old admin of the site.


die.

lmao, stfu...my name is End Plague...just put it to End for a lil nick name...thank you..pz.