I hear what people have to say
I read what they cannot...

Death in thoughts
Desperation surrounds...

How can one write a poem
About complete confusion...

In those final moments
What would I feel...

Rain of terror
Cry of night...

Often as
I go through my day...

One would think if they looked
That I don't feel that pain...

One look at my life
And it seems all's alright...

It's kinda sad really. People go to read things...

I must not be seen
If I'm seen I will die...

The sound of music pierces the night
A strong sweet sound of cheer...

A floating thought
A string of time...