04/26/15
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not