(Inspired by excerpt from Survivor by Chuck...
Perched atop ladder against storm-clouded marble...
You run your mouth everyday,
You run your mouth to me...
He picks up his pen,
And scraps it across the paper...
I feel like I am an open book,
read by billions...
The grass is scorned; the birds are dead; the air...
A lone figure stands atop the burning hill...
Tonight, it's raining roses.
They're falling on your head...
Placing your life in my hands
But you hid your face in shame...
My rein is falling, as dark as it may be.
The light is shining so bright I can't see...
From deep down
the questions emerge...
She's just standing there alone in the dark
Can't see in front of her...
Jack-o-lantern faces,
they aren't really there...
Poison washing over poison
The thrust of force...