I think about death in the morning
while combing my hair, examining...
The pain I feel
I wont let it stay...
I wonder what my life will be
how am I suppose to be...
Two thin lines are upon my wrists,
each giving away the most beautiful red wine...
Late yesterday i received a call, not knowing...
But loud tears and wails was all i could hear, I...
The wind is making the rain
slap against the window pane...
My Soul To Keep
Bob was a pilot who loved to fly...
Bloody dried on her wrist
rope burns round her neck...
Found in her hand,
a crumpled up letter...
Tears of pain run down my cheek,
wishing I was able to hold the one I seek...
Days after your death,
A calming presence overcomes me...
My mom,
was like my best friend...