Beauty surrounds us,
With death peeking in...

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

Crowded in a picture,
Painted black and white...

She sets her timer,
'beep' it goes off...

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

The clock is ticking,
and my times running out...

False hopes and dreams,
Take over me...

Torment and hate,
my naked body lies on the floor...

Blood flowing to her fingertips,
tension in the air...

A sea of emotions,
Wash over me...

The words play over in her head,
of the nasty things that they had said...

Look back to the past,
the iron gates are shut...