When you put on that tux and do up that tie,
And ruffle your hair to make it look sly...

Blue is the sadness dwelled inside,
A troubled soul that has been denied...

Crimson red petals on a slender green stem,
Constructed from a small, organic gem...

Before I begin, I'd like to clarify that this...

Streaming hair so soft and blonde,
Is too complete for a respond...

Death; oh what a joy that would be.
To be gone in a world of my own...

Salty tears drop from her eyes,
Unable to completely disguise...

She's unnoticed in a corner so dark,
All because of those evil remarks...

Darkness entwined all around her,
When that horrible day occured...

English class, it is a bore.
All we learn is dumb grammar...

Her empty soul fills the air,
As the autumn breeze flows through her hair...

The tears stream down my face,
As I hear those horrifying words...