He looks through the open window and sees; loss...
He touches the cracked and peeling paint and...
Smoke rises and falls around me like a shroud
inhale, exhale, pause, and repeat...
My crazy little munster
who looks up at me...
My words spoken through their pen
My heart expressed in rhyme...
Save my heart and stop my breath;
slit my wrists and wait for death...
"Dance with me my young one"
Whispered the warm inviting wind...
I'm not writing my thoughts
Just illusioned images...
I went to school today
i didn't know that my world would turn Grey...
The temptation of ending it all,
being so big then shrinking so small...
Happiness,
tranquility...
Sensuous laughter under the daisy-tree-plant
Stickily turning in fire...
Trapped with this desire, it want stop our leave...