Her breath came to a halt
her thoughts raced like horses...

My poetry is dark,
no happiness is seen...

Seeing the world pass by me
Thinking bout how we...

The tree was oh so pretty,
ornaments lining every branch...

I promise you
I promise me...

I'm sick of this feeling,
and promising...

Starting toda the world
should be put on hold...

The room was dark
and cold and empty...

I walked outside to feel the rain,
and it was perfect came just in time...

I'm in love
The pain is still here...

The tree was oh so pretty,
ornaments lining every branch...

Her wrists were staind red.
And the room reaked of iron...