I have to keep rewinding the last six months
over in my head...

Thoughts overload as I try to banish
the horror of reality...

As white snow falls from the sky...
The floor beneath me changes...

In a room of pure darkness i pick up my pen ,
my trembling hand wipes away the mascara stained...

Drops of the deepest emotion falls
from the window to my broken soul...

The broken glass tears through my bare feet.
Ten newspapers covering my unmitigated body...

Feelings rush inside
As the purest water falls from my eyes...

Just turned seventeen, in the hospital bed
She looks at the screen and see's a head...

Silence fills the air, nothing but
a cool breeze sailing across our skin...

Total darkness but the small light
Of a candle burning on a glass table...

I wake up, with the
sun shining over me...

Angel's Cry
From their eye...