time and his bony handwith the gun in my handand the voice in my headdo I end my lifedo I let time's bony handcapture my soulas quick as a flicker of lightand leave me anempty box waiting to decayon that dark dirt roadto find comfort in the leaves at my feetto find solace in thisdark autumn night
rainThe heartbeat of the rainspeaks to me withit's silent dropletsfalling gently from the skycovering everything with it's tearsdrowning me in emotionI step into the water until I can no longer seelet who I am slowly fade awayinto the unknown depthsof passion
WhispersHe whispers to metelling me liesabout everything I know,makes me questionwhat's truly right in the world
The ME MetaphorI am a crayon constantly coloring outside the lines. I break with too much pressure.