Tall and yet short almost everyday,
Clumsy, tripping over all the chairs...

Looks can be decieving,
It was a big box...

I've spent my childhood being dishonest,
Now- I'm grown and being really honest...

Walking with my partner, hoods up,
Masks on and gun in our hands...

In a room by myself,
Pictures of me on a shelf, I want...

It flies above the clouds,
Soaring with the wind...

Unhappiness,
It is negative...

I walk trying to met the end,
It's never ending as though it seems...

A path so frightful,
Preyed upon by sickened Angels...

He's about to make his play,
Running and running...

I think it's just about time that I leave here,
I should pack my bags, and gather my things...

A shore with never ending ripples of water,
Waves splashing up against the brown sand...