Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their

I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand

The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly

They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor

gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the

splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually

The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely

“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know

Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away

There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind

eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given