3 stars in the east
sit on the solid sky...

Broken Glass,
Strings and Rags...

**Sorry guys! Just something I had to get off my...
I stand here in the middle of the circle...

Red
drip, drip, drip...

I gave myself this idea on a forum...
She sits alone in her room...

Finally slipping from the sun's fingertips
Manufactured breaths cool my face...

A dirty dress
and silver shoes...

It was something I'd heard so many times.
It was said in patterns. Like melodical chimes...

I'm sorry I disappoint you.
I can't be good enough...

Dinner as usual,
or so I thought...

The crickets chirped in pattern.
Just as melodically, she said no. no. no...

What in the world are you doing to yourself?
You've bottled up your individuality and shoved it...