Poetry
Listening to my life
Put to punk rock
I’m forced to analyze
All these paths, forks
I blindly passed
Walking deeper into the darkness
Never searching for the sun
Trusting my own light
To fight the demons
Pulling me between trees
Unable to see my worth
Don’t understand their interest
Just a girl
Without the power
That attracts you to my brothers
Those I rely on for protection
Yet they seek my demise
As though I am a threat
And others come
Seeking my body
For more carnal desires
They confound my senses
More than the attention of demons
I have not the beauty
To warrant such affection
With an ironic laugh
I remember that I drove
Michael to celibacy
you have an awesome sit diary!
// you write beautifully //
You know, your brothers... all three of us, walk with you on your path. And I swear, if anyone comes for you just for your body, they'll face my vengence. And trust me, you have plenty of worth to be desired, if you didn't the three of us... no all of us, wouldn't stand by you like we do. So keep your chin up. We won't let the demons catch you.