Lying on this cold floor
Tears falling from my eyes...
Thirteen candles were lite by angels.Thirteen...
And rid the world of his only sin...
I've slept at a hotel in California,
And paced back and forth through the cellar door...
What I did so wrong to be here with out you.
I just don't know...
Dark shadows are cast over
And I feel it...
His hands like broken glass within her
Cutting and ripping away every inch of her dignity...
Torn apart
Not so smart...
I wrote this poem two days before I had to put one...
You are my world...
The light of day.
Slowly fading for existence...
From my cell, I can see plainly into the town...
Not believing my life is coming to and end...
You say I have a dark heart
a black heart...
The pain it takes me to a place
where i can rest...