Writer – Author
look inside this life of mine
to find the reasons why i died
some would say the way i lived
brought about my unholy end
but i think the path i chose
was the best one, that’s what i know
so to you who hated me
i’m gone for all eternity
anyone who cared that day
when i died and i went away
though few of you there may’ve been
i hope you remember again
this sad life i fought to keep
and i lost so miserably
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
through the night we shall ride
seeking imperfection
the purpose of our lives
to commence dissection
with our dark piercing eyes
we see your infection
the shrieking of your cries
will fuel our intentions
our never-ending drive
ensures your destruction
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
i sit and watch the fuckers die
they bitch and scream and start to cry
they start again and get pissed off
that bastard Rhyno killed them all
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
