Lately the visions they rush
Knocking my sight askew
The noises around me all hush...
And I see a new point of view
Most often I see the past
Or deaths that are soon to come
A few seconds they usually last
But they leave me far from numb
After they part I am sor
My muscles all scream in pain
Being psychic is never a bore
But it leaves you so far from sane....
This poem is true...i can see the future and future deaths of people i know...believe me or not, i dont care because i know the truth... stare
 Lawlipop Monster · Fri May 29, 2009 @ 12:56am · 1 Comments |
