I LIKE DARK POETRY. |
IN THE HALLWAY HERE YOU COME.
RIGHT BESIDE YOU ALONG SHE COMES...
Everyone dying everyone crying.
Hes running around doing his thing...
I still think or your tragic accident
i still remember the night it had happened...
The little children were tucked into bed.
The house maid was dead...
Just another page in the back of a spiral ntebook. |
Flash of Light someones dead |
Your dreams can give you wings |