3a.m.
what has happened to the night...

Do you wanna know why
i think of sweet suicide...

Ya its a nightmare for the parents
if i'm a problem child whos a rebel...

I remember his old face and white hair
those beautiful wise eyes staring at me...

My heads down
Looking at my feet...

Shes as white as a unicorn,
but she is a dark beauty...

Waves spilling over the sands
Endlessly...

*I dedicate this poem to Dimples, my friend's...
It will do no good...

* i kno its not my best, but i just thought the...
Every time i think of you...

YOU... (Demon Born Without Horns)
If ever a demon was born...

There she goes...
there she goes again...

Stillness of The Night (You)
The words being born from this pen...