The prophets say
The end is near...
Lying on the bathroom floor
blood all over my wrist...
Mommy, I need you,
please, I beg of you to stay...
I wrote a story,
on my skin...
Listening to the rhythms of life.
I can hear echos form the past...
Slice and dice..
Sounds like a fun game...
Today when the melancholy hours destroyed me...
As the tears settled in, with waters of pain, I...
It's late at night
But I try to sit tight...
Peering into the desolate image
tainted with depression's art...
*This is another one of those darkened nursery...
Twinkle, twinkle falling tears...
Disturbed waters,
The ocean below...
Springtime rain is fallin'
The sky remains so blue...