A cricket
chirping...
Sweet sounds serenading the town folk
Music notes fill the open world...
A cold breeze rushes past me,
sending chills down my spine...
I said everything is wrong
and she asked me to write about it...
Living young and dying free
That's what it's like to be me...
Noise in the night
that likes to keep me up...
When you're with me you're nothing
less than a skilled break dancer...
Quietly spoken with a smile,
sweet words, come here my little fawn...
This word reminds me of an elementary school...
All my words need to be heard...
Walking through a dream
as twisted and corrupt as a...
Abnormal is what you call me
You say I differ from the norm...
Lost in a world of sightless eyes,
ears that no longer hear my cries...