We are the sinners, they are the saints
They are the Gods, we are the dirt
For in their midst we have no place
No sumptous feast nor humble berths


Shield mine eyes for I fear them most
The rightous jurors young and bold
Their very stares are scorching roasts
Their lashing tongues spew scalding words


We are the sinners, they are the saints
We are the scum, they are the grace
They are lambs, we are the wolves
With weary hearts and tainted souls


So let's break our leash and let us flee
For in this realm we could never be
And in the dark let us share our pain
For we are sinners, they are saints....

nice.
welcome

You should write songs. This is very good ;)

where is the wow button.. too good senorita..

Nice!!!

I'm glad you liked it... i wrote it during one of the lowest points of my life... some people may think it's full of angst... but it's real...

((((Tifa)))))
Hold that smexy chin up

I no expert but I do think it's best to write what you feel.


This is the last Paragraph of one of my poems. It helped
me to write these words, and take my own advice

Here they are

Still the spirit in me still burned. Beaten I had
Been but not defeated. The fates laughed as
They do.
Me? �� I put a smile on it all. ��