Filled with stupid fellings
And maybe tons of love
She hung there

Not that she didn't care by herself
Her best dreams were of death
The day she fell down the shelf

All she wanted was to fel pain
But like many others
Her whishes were vain

Drove down the road
And stopped
Parked next to you
But are we in the same spot?

I fell like I'm drifting
And you staying behind
But I won't close my eyes and cry
Because a crash would happen
And I would die

Drove down the road
And stopped
But this time away from you
No longuer in the same parking lot

Can you please tell me
What are you doing here?

Exposing yourself like that
Am I supposed to feel shame?

How can you dream
Of beeing a writer
When you can't write?

Is that poetry
Or a ******* chart?

Read a dictionary or two
And then come back

Am I supposed to like
A work full of spelling mistakes?
To be sincere
I'd dispose your work like party cake

Trow your tantrum
After reading this

Please, just understand
Someone has to put sence into your head

Crimson rivers
Fill her view
Blood spills
Fill her hands

The midnight glow
Reflects on the water

Water of infants tears
Of tortured fathers

Of revenge she thinks
The only way out there
Is the revenge
By avenge

The dawn's light
Reflects on the water

Hide the bodies
Of the depressed mothers

Don't be sad for them
They're in a better place
Get your rest for last
Out of Earth's face