Fragile do not break
Do not plunge with wooden stake...

Tears slide down my face
As I trace...

She uses her gloves to cover them up;
The scars and the fresh cuts...

The hours spent of boredom
Yellow pencils scrape the graphite letters on the...

There they sat
Two chairs of faded blue...

I look deep
down into the swells...

Just another day
One of those ones that just hurt deep down...

She uses her gloves to cover them up;
The scars and the fresh cuts...