I dream of a life
Where kids always smile...
I rummage through my closet
find a story, it opens at last...
61 is
- losing a half hour...
We have broken rulers and broken rules
Using much repetition as our tools...
When the nights frighten her
when no one asked for her...
Dream.
Armistice has arrived...
They say that you should never look back
Whenever you're walking away...
O' fearless high flyer
you soar boldly where others...
Little girls eyes
They can see so much magic...
Precociously; I have approached
unsecured gates of a darker world...
It lies dormant out of sight
in need of attention...
Drinking my own poison,
just so you can die...