I woke up eearly one morning,
as i normally do...

All my life,
ive hidden things from my heart,that...

Stones of black and white,
slither slowly through the dead of night...

Talks with a tongue of steal.
Cries acid from my eyes...

Trapped in a field of thorns,
There's no escape...

Like four leave clovers,
Friends are hard to find...

When the guns shoot,
As we march in our polished boot's...

I was watching,
Along time ago...

I sometimes wish we had injections called...
It would boost your confidence every month......Or...

Anger, Bitter Twisted Lies,
Tired Steps and Spinning Wheels...

When the hard days are over,
And the world moves kind of slow...

It's been ages since I wrote a poem,
Or dared to speak it's name...