apparently emo

The poison still runs through my blood
id change it all if i could
like a dying wind you can be felt
almost real, but thats a doubt

the times they change over time
dwindle down till all thats left
hangs on a glimmering thread of fear
spinning over the depths of what was so far
but now so near

Hours of ink to paper
never seem to get me anywhere
only becoming, a work of art
these never show, what i truly feel
just a faint glimse of what i aim to be

im on my knees, i pray for help
never knowing whats coming my way,
it could be heaven, could be my hell
just a poor little victim of those words you say