He picks a stone to skip
across the water's silver sheen...
O overcast eyes
do not senselessly believe...
Moonlight plays its dreamlike games
across the surface of the mirror...
Craziness chases my sanity
like a game of cops and robbers...
I blissfully reach blooming springs
count ahead of me, wistfully singing melodies...
I promised tomorrow the moon and the stars,
To waste the day chasing cars...
Silence spreads thickly like cream on jam filled...
as rose tinted memories flood mind longing for...
A rape by death ...
Cold, callous, it laughs...
We're the speckles in concrete, some necks
more immune against the two-faced sun...
On top of the world on the highest peak of a...
surrounded by good times and rooms full of friends...
I was going to be, so much more...
A little miss goody two shoes...
Before you,
the great tragedy...