This house is not a home but a prison
this house isn't filled with love only with hate...
Beauty And The Beast.
Oh, the story so wonderful. Yet, another lie...
Writing used to be easy
I would put ink onto paper...
Metal shavings swiftly spread;
burning flames of blue-white shed...
The lurking shadows
Waiting oh so patiently...
I see her footprints fade
upon the earth like a nightmare...
I have more to do and much to say
My mind couldn’t stop it anyway...
The sad stranger
who stands still and tall...
I'm so scared right now
There's somebody in my house...
Lost without a compass
during a time of shadow dancing...
Placing check marks upon the wall
doesn't make the days fall any faster...
I've altered my life
in exchange for burdens...