Little Miss Muffet,
Sat on her tuffet...
Everyday is a better one,
at least thats what she used to say...
With weathered hands, she reached inside
Her pockets deep and grasped the gold...
I know this is a poem website but i think it is...
Well, I've got a bone to pick...
Depression of the heart
Unexplained and confusing...
My blood grows cold
Time only knows...
A thousand faces made with stone. Some are...
Empty spaces their eyes. Behind their lips voices...
Take one look at me
through my eyes...
Alone again
With help from no one...
Dark as the night
Dreadful as death...
The sky is filled with water
The ground is wet with blood...
The darkness slowly consumes me.
As i fall slowly through its embracing arms...