It absorbs, in its enormity, the little light...
It expands beyond all boundaries of ugly porches...
WHEN EVER they SEE IT
they CANT HELP IT...
Death
it makes people scared...
Pain is the reason i try less and less.
pain is the reason i cant keep a stable...
I am empty and tired
I can describe no more eloquently...
I try to be good.
I try to be the perfect little girl they want me...
The pitter patter of the rain marks my escape but...
There's something
outside my window...
Why so static i cannot find
my angry repulsive ways...
There once was a zealous,
motley crew, in search of glory and gold...
House on the shore of the black water
sink , slowly into the void...
A cold night,
a crescent Moon...