Beat
Beat...

April first
Was the worst...

Outline a star across my head
then send me up: straight to my bed...

Cannibalistic clouds morph into one
all before the rising and setting sun...

Heaven's just a fairy tale
And carry it throughout life...

Cuts and scars upon my face,
yet my murderer's done it with out a trace...

Bruises and scrapes
across my head...

My life is an abandoned place
and inside I find an empty suit case...

Born into a house of utter disgust,
Instead of a home of the upper crust...

On the floor are pools of dismay
as I gather the right words to say...

Falling, falling, so far down,
they don't recognize my frown...

Fear is an emotion from an unsettling event
Glossophobia would be mine...