Faded black nail polish
wristbands that cover forgotten scars...
In my dreams
i see nothing...
Sometimes the music of death sings in and out of...
It suffocates my mind and body with hatred, lies...
On a cold winter day of month six,
I knitted a sweater of lies and deceit...
Driving in the car with my best friend
I had no idea that this was the end...
Masks,
decieving...
What i am i am no longer
look at fear and shed blood through eyes...
This can't be right. when i close my eyes the one...
Scales
tape measures...
I have always contemplated but was always unsure...
too be in peace...
In life, the things we think we want are not all...
Standing on the top of the world at first
But then I tumble, and stumble down the hill...