"Children run and
hide away...
Im
Nothing...
Oh pain that in me reside,
Won't you leave my loving heart...
Does the chilly November air snuff out my breath?
Or am I a fool for thinking that I could breathe...
Oh mother gracious!
What is this...
Evil she entwines
and in innocent minds she...
I slip out of my shredded skin
in seek of a colorless roof...
Your brilliance used to stain
this broken town with orange...
'And how do you cope
with being so far away...
I have not repeated myself as much as before...
When I wrote, the repetition seemed to repeat...
Our love were weeds just growing strong with time
in fields that people often dare not walked...
There's a world inside;
I turned the key and out poured...