Half past 12
Chill in the air...

I'll get up
And I'll do this all over again...

As I sit here
With my blade in hand...

I am alone
No one seems to care...

As sun the begins to shine
And the moon loses it's glow...

So where do we go from here
Do we just let it fall apart...

In the darkness of night
Only movement the wind...

Looking back on memories
I see a life full of hate...

Well little johnny was five
when daddy left town...

This poem is about addiction and what it does to...
When the sun rises...

I want to leave this place
Get away from it all...

Words can't express
Just how I feel...