Wrote this when i was six or seven.
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I