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...