I am cold
inside and out...
Have you ever sat into the mind
of a decayed flower...
Anguish.
I am in the shadow of societies unkempt tree...
Death and despear always together,
Tears and hurt go hand in hand...
Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water...
Seconds to meltdown and no one seems to
notice unstable, volatile, combustible me...
In the years gone by
I've come and gone...
At the age of 24,
I was crying sitting at the angle of the door...
In the land of solitude
I got no love, no quiver...
In the darkest dreams of night
beholds a symbolism in truth...
I hate that YOU put me here,
In this depressed mood...
Watch my face,
as it morphs into...