Through the darkness of space
the wind on my face...
Sweet whispers in the wind
loving words of caress...
Walking through my dreams
I hear him whisper my name...
When you have lost or broken your doll
When you throw them away...
Caught between this and that
Unable to see right from wrong...
A quiet grave
A lifeless tomb...
In my mind there is a place
One that I long to be in...
Her eyes are pretty with
a deadly disease...
© Mariah Bartlemay 2006
Into the darkness we sweep...
How can someone so beautiful and perfect be a...
the smooth black hair as I put run my hand through...
I'm in a place were theres no light only dark I...
Lock up in this chamber
With two broken wings...