I am dying,
unfortunately not fast enough...
Feeling sorry for myself,
and cowering in the shadows...
Race to the End
From the top we glide...
Here I am living in a secret garden
Closing my soul hoping my spirit would harden...
I keep my dreams close together
All resembling one another...
My whole life is about letting go
Losing control, and just letting it show...
Staring at these padded walls
Something deep in the corner crawls...
a 12 year old in darkness
a power made her "strange"...
Tortured Devotion
Sitting alone on a beach of black sand...
The Grandfather clock chimes dreadfully,
As I sit here in the dark, alone...