While holding this trophy
my heart glamours for joy...
Phantom whispers creep along walls,
Thoughts too disturbed to please ears...
A lonely angel stands atop a high hill
And down his spine runs a cold chill...
You are there...
Deep in my mind...
Whats your insight on pasts?
Dire Eagers, of a story for yourself...
I am sorry. this will not rhyme. this is not a...
for who has the heart to downgrade poems? do you...
Kiss me on my forehead
And lay me down to sleep...
On this pitch black night
A shrieking cry is heard...
He'd told her he was sorry,
said he'd never do it again...
The ticking in your eyes calls your bluff
Feel free to die when you have had enough...
A pillow pushing hard against my face,
To soften my sinful cries...
I'm paranoid and i can't sleep
I'm shaking and I have the creeps...