The Bench
The light and darkness of this fall...

I've never had such a sense of Writer's Block
It's like all my thoughts are choosing to mock...

She walked through the graveyard cold and dull
Her Black Broken Wings, a broken soul...

Have you ever felt so ignored you thought yourself...
Have you ever tried to make a friend without the...

Dark red blood pouring from the sky
The laugh of the Dark Angel; the Heavens cry...

Holding the knife close to her wrist
Trying to find her so called bliss...

A mystical creature
Such a magnificent thing...

This last year has past
It seemed way to fast...

She dumped him again, third time that week
He couldn't believe, how stupid how meek...

With wings darker than black
She is sold as if a sack...

She couldn't believe how stupid she was
To hear his cold words buzz...

He ran a hand through his hair
He waited for her; a dare...