I slowly take them within my hand,
Pressing them delicately to my skin...

As I'm looking at the sky,
I start wondering why...

Kill the speed,
You do not need...

Terrible things you have done,
End it now...

Torture it is waiting,
Even though I know it will ring...

Round about the cauldron go,
In the window mold i throw...

Life is just one long winding road.
It's never ending...

I love writing these things,
Becuase it is better than a bit if bling...

Torn into pieces; little shreds.
No emotion will be displayed upon my face...

Standing by the railway track,
Watching trains go by...

Now I've started
I cannot stop...

Normally i will stare,
Normally i will dare...