I lay on my bed and become cushioned by its...
i clear my mind, shut my eyes and remove emotion...
The words they flow
And scribble to the page...
They were with four
Ouija was their game...
A candle may shine brightly in a dim place,
may capture every speckle of darkness...
Now a days teens are dieing
teens die by rapers, suicide, and life...
Rusted life bruised bent roted burnt and scorned
crying baby never having its last wish fulfilled...
These unknown wonders fill my mind.
A random thought, kills the soul...
When you slit your wrists,
is it a scream for help...
On this endless road i travel
Walking along on loose gravel...
I see your eyes upon me
I hear you listening to me...
There was a girl
she had no friends...
The tears shed off my eyes.
the sun hits the glass...