Some say he's real some say he's not
I believe that he is what ever u want him to be...
I started my day
by trying to dust the ink dots...
My father's house
No other voice heard...
Red is the colour,
That burns in your heart...
The
T...
Time does not stand still
For anyone who is here...
Stick and stones may break my bones
you know the rest...
Sounds reverberate off the sickly walls
As sobbing cascades through the bathroom stalls...
Heroes they're called
Escaping from within...
Out of every second of every day,
A moment stands still, and a memory is born...
As you walk through the hall,
A scent of dead surrounds you...
A dank and musty reek
drip...drop...