Poems from midnight evermoon
late nights white rooms screaming
straight jackets
long nights scrambled minds.
stuck. stuck for life
in a padded room, not a single...
every day is a fight for life or a threat of death but without these things worledwould never be the same without life peoplewould get old...
in the dark of night when all is black
and under the light of millions of stars
there is a tiny house and in this tiny
house there are tiny...
bleeding a bloody mess
I look around I don't know
where I amI am on the hard
copper-colored floor
outside I look around and
see a truck...
she softly runs on silent feet. she protects me in my sleep.
she there when im not. shes my gardian angle she is one ill keep
she will...