Most kids are afraid of dark, clammy rooms.
Where you can't see a thing except your sadness...

You used to fascinate me,
hold me in my mind...

This endless cycle goes around
Taunting me with out a sound...

High school heartache
And drama filled days...

A momentary
Gleam of Light...

All tears are drained
From my fearful face...

A droning voice
Inside my ear...

Media and common sense
An influence far too immense...

Broken hearted lies
Flutter through my mind...

Autumn days and Autumn nights,
Pass by in and out of light...

A sickening smash
Resounds through the room...

An idle list
Of thoughts reflected...