I started with strait lines,
But the thought it bought to mind did not fit...
Today marks the beginning of Spring,
Filled with love, and joy as well as other things...
I try to be good.
I try to be the perfect little girl they want me...
The pitter patter of the rain marks my escape but...
The emotions crash into me
like a wild tide...
My skin is a canvas
For the artist "The Razor"...
See the ring gleaming
Telling of horrors to come...
Deep in the night
As ether sun begins to...
My clock has ceased its obnoxious ticking,
It has yet to echo once more...
Breathing through the cuts they've left
Swimming through the hate I bleed...
A dark sky and a bleak sun,
I think about all that I've done...
As the light begins to fade,
As the curtains start to close...