Curled up
safe in bed...

Rainclouds dance above the graves
darkness broods among each stone...

Angels watch her as she cries
they wonder if she'll just lay down and die...

These were for my creative writing class last...
Joy...

I feel your eyes on me
your touch across my skin...

My heavy heart grows faint
my eyelids become dark...

A single black rose lays on the floor
Where you used to come in then shut the door...

A sleepless night
nightmares flood her mind...

Her tears silently shed
by sorrowful weeping...

Afraid of life
afraid to die...

Everyone has an Alex king
no matter where you hide...

Blankly suppressed in the prison of my mind
longing only for death, the day I shall be fine...