Colors SurroundColors surround,Making the sound.Peace, Serenity,In the ocean.I feel free, flying.Colors surround,Ecstasy found.Water drips,Spin around,I am found,Safe & sound.
Scared of the DarkAround the corners,Under the bed.I'm scared of the dark,But wouldn't you be?The white figures standAt the bottom of the stairs,And the blacks ones resideIn the mirrors.DinnerAt 11 o'clock.But too scared to leaveMy little box.I saw at 9,When I couldn't decide..So I turned out the light,About to use the stairs.In the mirror I saw her,A trick of the eyes,A pastey white faceReflecting the phone light.
UntitledI am dead.I feel dead.So, I can act dead.Then it is alright.I am dead.I can preach it.It is a joke.I am dead.Oh how I grin,But oh how I feel.I feel without movement,My muscles are gone.I know what it is,But its easier to say,"I am dead."And smile,Laugh.
A Little StarDragging feetMessy hairSadness set,Empty air.Who would have knownA simple buzzCould change happinessInto despair.You know something is wrong.You just can't say what.You wait for the right,But it just may never come.A little starDimmered by time.Brought back up,With a simple rhyme.But her rhythm is gone now.And it will never beQuiteRight.