Competing with the competition,
You trip. You fall. You stumble...
Haunted High School.
Corpses hang...
Given the alternative to know another side of...
That is all you needed....One Hurt...
Glistening pale eyes
Watered down with iridiscent tears...
Plummet through the depths
rise among the ashes...
Black birds singing in the middlle of the night,
Possums frolicking in morning light...
Darkness consumes where once eyes glowed,
Sadness becoming the only thing known...
*Dedicated to the person harassing my boyfriend...
A song is sung...
Psyche of a manic-depressive
My brains confused, from high to low...
Shattered wings of black and purple,
Darkness on her mind...
Sitting at a small desk
With nothing but a candle...
Creatures of the underworld calling my name
But I know these voices are part of the game...