Strange weeps keep me up.
I cannot sleep.
I tried counting sheep,
it didn't help.

"weep"

I'm getting kind of scared
I just want to be asleep.
The strange sound doesn't stop.
I move under my blanket.

"weep"

I gather all my courage.
Slowly moving to the window.
Making a thorough rummage.
I hear the wind softly blow.

Fingers separate the blinds shakily.
Eye looks out throw the crack cautiously.
The fear begins to fade away.
I can see myself living tomorrow's day.

The fuss was all for nothing.
I feel like a fool.
On the windowsill of my room,
sits a magnificent jewel.

Even though it's ***** and wet,
it's eyes, greener than Cloverleaf,
sparkle through the dark night's net.
It's a cat.

Before her eyes saw the light,
she was alone in pain and fear.
She wasn't all right.
One day she said: "Enough!"
This has to stop.
Along the way she heard words that cut like a knife.
Words that were harsh, but true.
Yet they only made her stronger - they made her fight.
Thus she fought like she never did before.
There were obstacles and traps.
Still she fought until all her limbs were sore.

And she won.


Can you win too?

Piety and sobriety.
In our society.
Variety, propriety.
Our society.
Dubiety.
Society.

Notoriety.

As the wind whistles through my ears¨
I turn to the beautiful sunset.
Waiting for tomorrow.

The colour of cherries and roses,
ladybugs under our noses,
targets, blood and stop signs.
Eeverything with red rhymes.

I'm depressed.
My feelings are repressed.
My mind is stressed.
But I am blessed.
Because i found that depression,
can find it's solution.
And I haven't found,
but I am looking.
Right now reassurence of the end
is all I am thinking.
Everything I am.
So I won't do it.
I won't  take a gram.

The mystery
is history.
I solved it
and this is how it ends.

It's not gonna haunt me again.