Cold, lonely ember
Died out suddenly...
Running to nowhere,
Running from somewhere...
F-is for the FREAK you are.
A-is for Another Day you wont see...
Whoever said Love was nice lied
but im never so sorry i tried...
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...
I cry at night, I cry at day.
My sad requiem never to be heard...
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...