Hollow eyes stare out from inside a mirror.
They focus...recognizing this familiar stranger...

This is my very first poem I have ever written.
Climbing out of hell...

As i dance to the fire
my heart goes wild...

Another day inside this hell.
I'm tired of waiting for the bell...

On the deserted streets of New York
There lies a shivering man who yearns...

I can hear you,
You're laughing too loud...

I am just a single white dot
And my heart and soul scream...

Why does vengeance reek on your breath?
How it tarnishes your "shining armor&quot...

My Nightmare
Brittney Schmelter...

Your screams and all those hateful words,
Echoing inside an already tormented brain...

I follow him silently
through the shadows i hide...

(Yes it says funny. I kinda think it is. It's not...
The Creator's Game...