A problem is what I became,
Like a broken clock...

Demons, haunting my every thought,
Crying out from the inside...

The ages of lines that cross her face,
Her eyes,holding all the pain...

Screaming vibrating inside,
A never ending torment...

Rays of light,breaking through gaps,
Auburn leaves swirling around...

Water beating off her skin,
She turns up the temperature...

The black rats
hanging from the doors...

"I hope you hit a vein"
With those words came the end...

You try to look inside me
to find out what is real...

Falling to your knees,
Face upon your heart...

I'm lying on a bed half asleep
dozing in the sunshine with you beside me...

*~Its a weird poem, really weird ~*
its like i live here, but i don't...