Walking to school
Her feet stutter...

The days tell tales
Upon your face...

She works hard
Making dreams bigger than anything she'll ever...

Grab her by the throat
Watch her choke...

I've always loved being the martyr
Cracked like the surface of old stone...

You wait
Bated breath, your stomach...

I stood on Death's doorstep and he
Ushered me in, gave me a mug of hot chocolate...