The intricate words
Of a killer.
Woven like
A spiders web
Intertwining,
And when you are caught
It is hard to escape
They come like a
Looming spider
Fangs dripping with venom
Closer and closer
You feel the tension
Building and Building and Building
Snapping at you
A shark
Biting and stinging
You can bandage the wounds,
Pull out the stingers
But underneath,
Scars still remain.
Chardon, our hearts are with you
in your time of need.
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 2:16 PM UTC
Freedom.
A simple word
But means a lot.
Free to run in a field of flowers
Free to be whoever you want to
Free to say what you want to say
Free to sing
Free to laugh
Free to be
Me.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 5:01 PM UTC