Even when I turn on the light, its still so dark.
So dark that I cant sleep...
You look into my eyes and see nothing
maybe I have nothing for you to see inside...
That girl
that person...
I see your eyes upon me
I hear you listening to me...
I wondered what
the prize was...
They were with four
Ouija was their game...
Seems three years
Though maybe four...
I'm done talking about you
now its about me...
His brown hair gently flutters
To the winds incessant blows...
It waited there on her wooden dresser,
sitting on the jewelry chest...
The medium:
Sun has risen, it is another day...
Night approaches as time runs out,
Soon consumed, consumed with doubt...