It was a moment of chance
when I saw you across the crowded room...
Winds Of Change
Winds of change blow once more...
A fight within herself
It's all she can think about; taking over her...
Blood and bullets.
Bullets and blood...
Place the underrated pen to your vocal cords,
Sing through the pen, these are a poets words...
It started off as a simple place
You know, just a playground across the street...
As I look back on the winding road
with many a twist and turn...
The clock strikes three,
a feeble beep in the blaring silence...
I have survived
thousands of years...
Silvery tangles frame
a face spun with spider threads...
She went to his house, thinking they were friends
Not knowing that this night, her subconscious life...
Hello Mom P-
It's been a year and ten months...