You are the girl
Who all my poems are about...

With the night quickly passing by
AS I dance I ask myself why...

Is this a dream?
What I see...

Black skies of death
Grey clouds of pain...

You walk by
As the wind...

Word so hard
To describe...

Roses grow
Through out...

The great pain
of one thought...

It's my decision
To pick up that knife...

A haunting sound
Coming from...

Being carried on
the gental current...

Times is set
I am still...