Standing on the edge
Feeling the cold wind...
The Rage Of Hate by Nicole Tuioti
I'm not just that girl you just see sitting alone...
The screaming starts and the blood flows,
All these secrets and nobody knows...
Warning signals scream inside my ears
and I can no longer ignore their sirens...
Every time i look in the mirror,
it feels as if something else is looking at me...
Walking deep into the forest
Flicking a match, watching it burn...
Only I
There is a spell...
You think you know me but you don't everything...
I made my journal a ghost
covered with blankets...
It was when the lightbulb in the room,
Turned on...
Eyes of melted ice but hardened when provoked,
shields of many hide away his heart...
Melodic tunes seep through the cracks
in the windowsill...