All alone sitting in a room.
Crying out from within this deadly tomb.
Will you see me, will you hear my screams..
All these things you couldn’t say,
Lost in the mouths of the dead.
With my eyes closed,
The bloods smell oh so familiar in the air.
If I could take back all these mistakes,
And misfit days.
Sitting here all alone,
The deadly silence,
The dangerous games.
To many tears,
Praying someone will save me.
Whispered deadly words off my lips.
The blood pouring from my fingertips.
The dark mask upon my face.
Such things you couldn’t say.
Turned into a world full of grey.
These things hidden in the dark.
These things never showing to me.
The things that I will never be.
Copyright © Paige Brackins