I sit in the middle of a dark room
Surrounded my forty eight candles

Burning brightly and quietly,
they flicker with the slightest breeze

One candle is one year of my life,
their wax melting graciously to the floor

One burns out then another
my life is being extinguished swiftly

Darkness envelopes me whole
a little light and warmth present

Twenty four candles out
haunting feelings set in

What has happened to my life
sickening feeling besets me

Three to go, its going too fast
my final words, my final breathes

Pitch black
Heart stops
I am gone

Cold air whisps
in the blue October

Tap Tap Tap
On the broken glass

Spine chilling sensation
creeps up on you

Tap Tap Tap
On your broken back

Closed burning eyes
never want to open

Tap Tap Tap
Across the wooden floor

It stands over you,
embracing your inner fears

Tap Tap Tap
On your shoulder

You are going crazy,
mental anguish sets in

Tap Tap Tap
It's all in your head

the few friends I have are not
fearful for the thought of hell
but instead embrace it, the rot
that comes with it, the smell
that would bother some matters not to them.
They are ready to go, because they are
going to hell just for being themselves.
Why would they go to hell for that?
Well because of a book wrote by man,
in the name of god.

The misinterpretation of these words
cause such a debate, the same words
did not allow slaves human rights
justified hatred of other "races".
These words let jews be massacred by a German,
let crosses be burned and people whipped by
the "white man". Let burning of countless
innocent women occur.
LET people forget the one race
that we all are, human.

So people why do we not forget the man
written words and follow the true divinity of them?
Pray to your god, and worship his son, and embody
the holy ghost, is this too hard of a task for such devout Christians?

Dear Writers,

Water the page with thoughts and observe the roses which root and flourish.

You called me ****
and I laughed

Because I am so much more than that

-h.w.

Welcome to your new home
I'm sorry about the mess
But the last person who lived in here
Left it a bit of a wreck
They often used harsh language
and smoked too many cigarettes
they were rough around the edges
and all around a mess
They passed that on to me
and for I while I joined in
But then it became painful to me
In nothing could I win
But they packed up and left
and I went through rehabilitation
So here I am before you
refreshed and anew
and now I wish to open my heart
once again for you
So come make a happy home
lay your self to rest
It all belongs to you now
I give you all my best.