Poor sad girl
sits alone in the window...

Don't look under the bed
you may not like what you see...

Breathe in this poison
So refreshingly deadly...

With every beat of her heart
she was afraid it would burst...

In a corner of the world,
a wonderfully foresaken place...

Repition is so quiet
hidden words, hidden time...

Twirl the rose thorn words
slipping silently through minds...

This rain is falling
again and again...

Gasoline smells
burning into her nose...

Reader, feel the breeze
as it brushes your cheek...

A glassy lake, with fog hugged shores
and a small girl, wandering, all alone...

When did we become
little gingerbread men...