Suicides Lullaby.
My ears are blasting...
Heres your letter...
through sickness and health...
I was 11,
You were 13...
As a chatted with a stranger
and we talk about life...
The blade was so sharp,
As it slashed across my arm...
These certain days will always come and go
These moments will always touch my soul...
--this poem is about a lady i have only known for...
Don't leave this world just yet...
You could be dead
But I’m not sure yet...
Daddy why did you have to go
Why did you have to make them shoot you...
It is a night of dark desire, a song of darkness,
wolves vent their howls. The beautiful one...
I was sitting in my room
Awaiting the day to end...
Note-More of a story
just wanted to try something different...