This lonely little girl is bruised from her hands...
her eyes and heart are full of fear...

Our love is a precious sin
Your soft touch against my skin...

Blood dripping from my tender lips
screaming voices in my head...

I am no longer numb..and i wrote this one...
She lies in the corner of her room...

Broken heart
rotten mind...

Tell me how it feels to be lonely
How the lonesome of your soul keeps you lying...

*This poem was orginally written on paper*
I cry as i write this...

ITS NOT LIKE....
Its not like i think my world has come to an end...

Sleep My Love...

I see her
as she puts her mask on...

It all spirals down
as i watch...

I sit here looking out the window
The dark sky is full of stars...so many to wish...