She wore scarlet,
draped in velvety...
Paper dolls and intense emotions,
Laps of memories put in motion...
In this place I can't last,
I can't escape our past...
Frigid air, frostbites the tip of my
whispers to you...
Dripping in the
essence of silence...
She held a child's face
within her precious hand...
I look out of my window...
with anemic eyes everything below and above me...
Here I am again
knife in my hand...
The true me is not the guy you see. I'm a monster...
My scars are all in the mind,
I have no cuts on my fore-arms...
Thoughts are leaving me helpless
jumbling in my head...
The news hit me
when the first snow...