We stand eye to eye
Our weapons drawn and ready...

A silent knock on my door
Welcoming me to demise...

Your crystal eyes once clean and clear
Are fading to dull steel...

I look down at my feet
But they’re not what I see...

Inside a long dark tunnel
I see a blinding light...

The shock through my mind
A piercing in my lungs...

Why must I live
In boring times...

Soft and swift my wings unfurl
And I try to take the sky...

*wrote this a while ago but never posted... i dont...
The quarter ends in a few days...

*didn't end up like i wanted,,, weird and bad....*
Eyes of porcelain...

So many people love the words
That flow out of my head...

*not true, just what happened to come out when i...
Sitting in a quiet bed...