Death in thoughts
Desperation surrounds...
A chill down her spine
The wind on her hair...
A life so soon taken
With so much life left to live...
Haunting
my dreams...
Engulfed in a black room
Ironic, it is my tomb...
Across a field I watched,
As a little boy ran for home base...
In those final moments
What would I feel...
I used to wake up everyday and see your face
But now your gone and my world is out of place...
Help, help, help, is all i asked for
but i guess you didn't hear...
My knuckles are turning white,
And the gun in my hand grow warm...
Waking up to a makeup stained face
leaning over to be kissed...
In your camera, the film remains.
I noticed it was black and white...