In the Dark
we rot...
From the darkness it comes
clawing, scratching, killing...
Alone i stand
tall and rebielent...
You took my arm in yours,
and from that point on i was yours...
I dont like you enough to call you
i dont like you enough to txt you...
My tounqe cuts deep
my hands kill...
The distance between us is non-existent
Yet words fall short of describing it...
Your simle hurts
as i bend to your will...
The rain remind me off my freedom, no one can hold...
I am big
i am small...
I prop your smile up with sticks
as your tears wet the wood...
Your smile........
your eyes...