Sit straight now
Don't arch your back...
Don't try and take me down
When you crash and burn...
Poetry is art for the insane.
A minor keyed melody...
As I watch the blood,
As I cut my skin...
Words cannot describe the horrific fear
that travelled through my body because of you...
Spilt blood all over. Not wasted but with purpose...
Out of the shadows stepped a figure cloaked in...
He said,"come with me for i need your help...
There's a voice, there's a voice, there's a voice...
I suffer, I suffer, I suffer every day I just wish...
Dear Edwin, the puppet controlled by fear
and a fraying strand of fate. His lonely heart...
You said you loved me
and then i pushed you away...
*This is my mother's story.*
Risen from toddlerhood in a broken home...
His eyes give him up every time I catch him...
His been to see that guy he said he would never...