How do you do this to me
control my every thought...

My thoughts of you are bitter sweet
for though once i had you...

They say your eyes are the window to the soul
wrong...

~this poem is dedicated to a girl i thought was my...
the blanket of snow...

The blood drips
slowly to the floor...

Pain, forever and great
Blood, coursing through my veins...

I smile and excuse myself
then make my way alone...

Suicide thoughts are
swimming in my head...

Fishnets cover my arms
Black polish on my nails...

They feast upon each other blood, never thinking...
the band continues to play its ever mournful song...

***Okay this is a new one, and an attempt at free...
Do you really know her...

The pain and tears
overwhelming...