The second month, thirteenth day
The year is two thousand and nine...
Trapped within your violent dreams
Unheard voices from my silent scream...
Coffee packaged droplets
moistened lozenge...
Open my mind to the words
That I have chosen not to hear...
Stifling emotion of lips sewn together,
unable to scream, unable to bite...
Bare with me, this is my FIRST non-rhyming poem...
In the back of the room, on top of a shelf, sits a...
Take them out, just one by one, and each will tell...
I think I'm standing in a garden at night
The distant stars provide the only light...
The chill spreads throughout my body,
his fingers are crawling up my side...
I'm left wide awake,
From all I'm forced to take...
Just close your eyes and listen
To this twisted lullaby...
I guess I've been happy,
i know I've been sad...