To America
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve