Vultures circling, ready to descend
The midnight hour is close at hand...
No one can see past it
They are fooled by it...
Swirling the blackness, provoking thought pools;
Contemplating how my life could have been...
Waxen fingers trace an outline across her...
Running down her taught neck, across her chin, to...
Hussssh
Please, please hush...
Queer eyes,
sleeps in distress...
Running with the speed of sound
Searching for the morning light...
There is a boy who swings in the park,
Every single day...
From the shadows creeps a quiet man,
who never breaks the silence...
April 5th, 2008
The lights are out...
Midnight
My heart is freezing, Im ready to kill...
The story of a mute child
her smiles...