Drip... drip... drip.
The blade digs to deep as my hand begins to slip...

All of her life she has been told that she is told...
She is beaten, battered and bruised...

Sins of the Unforgiven
Nightmares still stalk our dreams...

Speechless
I loose myself in the moment. I stare into your...

They say hes faster then a speeding bullet
well i say load the gun cock back and pull it...

Was I dreaming?
I asked my self as I shook my head...

Can we please break this habit once and for all.
All hope is not lost as we continue to crawl...

Many pplz asked me what the point of this poem...
To Those Who Are Home Alone...

~Waisted Time~
Your the gurl in my dreams...