Shards of glass scatter the floor
bloody tears trickle down a life-less body...

Yosemite! Sweet Yosemite!
Great rivers and little streams...

Summers all in bloom
yet were in the gloom...

A book that has been finished
A story now already told...

~i know this poem is different, but it is...
Trains...

Rushing blood flowing coat
Silently hurricaning down...

What am i searching for
What do i seek...

Blood gushing
crimson tears...

Heaven won't take her
Hell doesn't want her...

10...9...8...suicide is my...

~this poem is said in a loud song to show its...
I'm perfectly fine...

See her dancing in the rain
trying to rid her past of pain...