WHEN EVER they SEE IT
they CANT HELP IT...
Death
it makes people scared...
Pain is the reason i try less and less.
pain is the reason i cant keep a stable...
I am empty and tired
I can describe no more eloquently...
I try to be good.
I try to be the perfect little girl they want me...
The pitter patter of the rain marks my escape but...
There's something
outside my window...
Why so static i cannot find
my angry repulsive ways...
There once was a zealous,
motley crew, in search of glory and gold...
House on the shore of the black water
sink , slowly into the void...
A cold night,
a crescent Moon...
Sat on the sofa in a room,
heavy eyes stare at the box...