As I look down from here
I can clearly see your face...
Hurt from things people done
the games they played...
Skinny little Angel
So weak and pale...
I lost something dear something wonderful
I lost this person for a reason...
Just a poem I wrote to myself about a friend....
Save her from his grip...
Quiet breathing inhaling scent of a charged...
Creeking chains brush metal poles with a clatter...
I lay down in bed
Feeling this pain...
All alone
Outside she stood...
In the shelter where I worked
he followed me room to room...
Pale complexion, blood-caked chest
She bore a broken smile...
(I got so tired of the song Unfaithful. So I made...
(Verse 1...
I'm not afraid of dying
in fact i cant wait for it to be me...