Evil


	Scott's Poetry Page \| home Both Sides of The Mirror \| Waiting \| Softly \| Count Down \| Reaching Out \| The Door \| Meaningless Lies \| Hate \| Lost Time \| Place in My Heart \| Evil \| Blood \| Tears From Above \| Pretend \| Looking Up \| Want \| Unseen \| Untitled \| My Star \| Forever Changed Evil Evil and not knowing it, stabbed deep within the heart so that this pain can't escape. Suffering day to day, and making those who come in contact with him suffer as well. A life without a purpose, love something that can't be, that will never be. A pen is what he expresses his emotions through, and through a pen he lives out his life in words and descriptions. The pen is starting to run dry though, and his mind is starting fade. Another life ends, but it starts a new beginning.