Crimson river
Puddles form...

Always holding on,
no meaning to my life...

OK, I made some changes to my original poem and...

Raped my death
denied by faith...

Way down Deep inside my heart,
Behind a door that's shut and locked...

I want you to know that my feelings are clear.
I'm out in the open I have nothing to fear...

It still doesn't seem to me like to me you hold...
You say that there is three but there's really...

Inner beauty
past the black...

Alone in the crowd
one star in the night...

Tiny purple flowers
upon my window sit...

Why should it be like this?
You hold my heart in your hands...

I feel lost and forgotten,
thrown off to the side...