Just stone me!
Stone me with all your lies...

Watch your eyes stare,
Watch your lips quiver...

Little innocent skipped forth to the forest,
Her beautiful dark hair sauntered in the wind...

Dear Little One,
This world might feel a little strange...

Kind
Gental...

Dread creeps into my being gradually,
Whispers of terrors to come...

Tracing the scars
The soft spoken lines...

The waves that crash on the surface of the sand...
The grass develops then deceases, being submerged...

I know what would solve it,
But im not supposed to do such things...

There is a tree in a forest.
Standing tall...

Lost in the woods she lay,
Leaves scattered like her brain...

I am watching time pass me,
because i do not no what to do...