Save The Cheerleader, Save The World: |
Painted black: Stripped White
Tangled nest of autumns' shred...
An old piece of writing I found from years ago...
It was night. Eight minutes and forty-three...
Based on a true story
Verse One...
Misguided,
Sliding against the edges...
Tilting, gently, the edge of the fragmented glass...
Tracing. Slightly. Glancing upward, sunlight...
Hesitant. Damaged. Gathering the loose material...
Turning on her heel, she places the frame of a...
I've written until ink stained my hands, my body numb, and yet I find myself still lost. |
Lost, my mind does stare |
In eternity the vacant stare |