I write a lot of things on abuse
hoping some of it will get to you...
Cut,
Blood slides...
As i sit in my room
i think of you...
It was a cold winter morning
snow had covered the ground...
He sits out on the porch
with tears running down his face...
I remember you be saying
That things be best for both of us...
Deserving to care, but I really can't.
Exploitation of these pills won't let me rest...
The Piano
My feet cross the floorboards...
In my room,
In my little corner...
Passion of Demise
Flares inside me...
Hear the wind howling tonight
the cool air blows in...
We all think;
"Oh God, not me, I could never ..."...