I DON"T WRITE POEMS
I JUST LIKE TO COMMENT THEM...
As I walk into the cemetery the grave keeper and...
Tremble pulsing
Weary eyes...
Now your dying for something
youve pulled through to...
The light was lit
And now it is burnt cold...
Isee something wrong with you
it cant be anything at all...
The sun rose as red as blood,
Scorching...
Through all the lies we wade through
How do we know we even exist...
No one will see,
what's real to me...
Gently rippled water,
fingers gliding through...
Look at the closet and stare at the wall
Mommy says not to worry its still in the hall...
Please don't let me fall asleep
From the closet beasties creep...