POEM
Feels like been rotten
In a scramble of broken
Dashes and dumb things
I wanna get a little bit
Of a thing called ink
I'm crawling, I'm taking
My secrets to the tomb
As well I'll doom
The rest of my life.
Faded to black, black as night
Cold as ice, crying as rain
My arms tired,
My legs don't move,
My eyes full of tears,
Got the eyes of a bear...
On my way I could
Stand away and hide
from all of them.