The wind whistles,
through her hair...

Drowned out,
Cant hear...

Shes walking down the hall,
Listening to her music...

Red and swollen eyes,
Mascara dripping tears...

The tears stream down my face
As the pain burns inside...

Beauty surrounds us,
With death peeking in...

-- i wrote this poem last year and just found it...
The shadows move silently...

Staring out the window
as the rain drops to the floor...

Slipping away,
In the darkest of nights...

Xx- To a dear friend she knows who she is =] - xx
Youre escaping from a night mare...

Alone in this world,
again like before...

Every day it gets worse,
like a nightmare with no escape...