This relationship; this closeness
it must not be fake...

I am a crystal
inside of a shell...

The sheets are my shield, it's inevitable
the voices, the cackles...

Our complex emotion is evident
not one-sided, false, or fake...

Though I may be young
and innocent in self...

Tortured Soul
I’m weighed down by a tortured soul...

You're my beauty, my terror
my dark and my light...

You enigma and fake,
you're breaking my heart...

Pensive thoughts run through my mind
All the darkness is entwined...

Ok guys.. this is really off the record for me, i...
In Mrs. Cotton's small health class...

There in the back deep depths of my mind
Lies a woodpecker tapping...

The chills, the thrills
the no sleep at night...