I gaze but I cannot see,
I have no bars yet I am not free...
Gazing at the ceiling over head,
I have a fear of something dead...
If I knew the path I was to pave,
would I then be the one to save...
His life was before mine,
but his death still perplexes my mind...
I have only lived a short time in this life but I...
for I walk upstairs in my grandparent’s house...
You raise your child hoping they know what is...
Not thinking you sent them off to fight...
Don't presume to judge me for what I say
for you are all hunters and prey...
I have ventured a path most will never go,
and look at the scars my body will show...
No taste of chocolate or any food could ever...
of the touch and emotion we can share...
If I told you what I was to think,
Or if I was to ever put it down on ink...
The Darkness I feel surrounds my body and soul,
but there is one thing that will not die at it's...
A whisper is nothing but a few muddled words of...
to a passion kept in secret hidden from sight...