Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as the stroke of death...
*I hope some of you understand this poem-It's a...
Shes old...
I can not put into words how i feel
this just seems unreal...
She sits up on her bed, with a pencil in hand
thoughts racing thru mind; thoughts she cant stand...
The tourcher that you've put me through.
Since the day you left...
Laying upon her bed, alone in the dark, her eyes...
Standing in the dark
alone in a place...
On days that i think about you i cry i think about...
r.i.p. grandma...
Come forth your solid anger and
Release from your body...
Drowning alone I gasp for air
Coldness creeps over my skin...
Everyone has an imagination, everyone have...
As i stay here all alone in my room,
i take a slice outta my wrist...