It took us over during spring break,
Started with friends...

The moon, do you see it?
It's ours...

He Rushes away from the lifeless body,
Eyes red and full of terror...

Hold on,
Don't let it come...

Lying beautifully,
is a crime...

***this is the basic blue print for this poem...
I feel dead...

Daddy,
I thought you loved me...

Dear, little girl
with the locks of golden hair...

You left me empty,
you left me cold...

Your my angel,
you answered my prayers...

As I lay by your bed,
Watching you sleep...

When it ticks,
My eyes melt as they meet his eyes...