See my evil, you say its clear
You rank me down, you never want me near...

When you open that door,
And I’m sure one day you shall...

In a night-time tale – a stable story of...
A little girl hides within those pages...

Got the devil on my back,
And copper on my finger...

I use a blade to scratch an itch,
An itch that I simply cannot reach...

The past of man, forgotten a tale
All the hands, deprived and pale...

*This poem is by Ashley houck and me...
I open up your letter...

Nothing has been said to me,
No scene in my head had past or come to...

Dusk and dawn, in two same times,
On one side of the room darkness, choice of sleep...

So sure, like my mama said,
When i'm 15 I will surly be dead...

A single breath you blow it out, the flame of hate...
Not living a lie because I’m dead… in...

*This poem is for Will, a mate of mine that got...
So they real think were low...