I should've known this day was happening
But I was only five...
The air moves me up
while I push myself back down...
We die far from home,
from family...
I run in the moon light and fridged cold.
I shake and damage myself more...
Lonely girl sad and alone
Her futures so dark...
Gun Shots,
Blood Stains...
Wake up in a cold sweat to evening sun
How long have I been missing...
Ill paint you a picture
a picture of life...
Walking throug the snow, I know death waits
on my doorstep...
A reoccuring thought keeps pulsing in my head,
The thought of mom and only mom being dead...
Snow falls from the heavens;
Tundra of desolation lies before me...
I make art
my paper is my arm...