A lie
the change in a story...

What do you say to
screaming voices...

A letter i shouldnt have seen
brake down into tears...

Once again
the sleepless night you lay...

Nothing to say
but I'm sorry...

I walk out the door
and down some green stairs...

This poem is about my poem, sorry the beginning is...
now that it's over...

Death stands above me,
whispering low...

Darkness settles upon me,
taking me over again...