Pretty pretty dancer smile for the crowed

Pretty pretty dancer live, love and laugh out loud

Pretty pretty dancer put down that blade

Pretty pretty dancer your smile starts to fade

Pretty pretty dancer what have you done?

Pretty pretty dancer is gone, dead and done...

Warm and comforting, soft and smooth. Lost in thought but not confused.
I am lost. I've been lost. Lost inside myself prying open the walls of hate. into a war, a war of chance, a war or either taking a beautiful path or falling back into a world of chains.

But i have won and am no longer lost, as you have fought by my side, taking on eachothers demons. You press your soft lips onto mine ~ bombs fall; the war is done. And we have one. Together.. You and I, stronger as one than two our love is worth the fight. ~And i love you~

When the night comes out
                                 So does the blade and tears.


When the day comes out
             so does the smiles and sweatshirt

                    
                                                    When your home alone
                                                              the thoughts eat you alive


                    & when your home alone to long...


  you feel unsafe... unsafe at your home?



            Home should be safe...



                                                    So when home isn't safe then what is safe?

You are the poison injected into my veins.
Spinning my world round and round, breathing with the relieve of soul.

My fingers become numb as my body sways side to side hardly holding in place. You pulse through my heart and brain making hallucinations stronger.
Cheeks becoming hot as if you were a curling iorn touching my skin.
Falling on the couch you take the lead as my legs become heavy.
Un able to move.. Un able to speak, you have taken my heart to its last beat. Yet you aren't a person, not even close.
So who are you?

******...

The sound of her voice travels no more than a foot or two..
Devastated & sinking in thought,
"120" repeats in her head pounding her heart & demolishing her soul.

Her only light of happiness is gone, walls breaking down; crashing fast.

. Blood curling screams that make ears ache. Tearing at impossible wall's to break.
The grey shades are fading in...
So is the knife deep in her skin...

The blood that runs through her veins leak on top the warm water in the bath tub.
The feeling of not caring,
the sound of utter silence.
To see the real world around her.
To understand what is right and what is wrong.
Feeling useless and tired.
Hungry and broken.
All because of a simple mistake
because of life.
To only see hidden shades of grey upon the earth
to not feel happiness, only sorrow, only misery.
Watching the blood roll down her arms into the bath tub then turning in a red sprawl of design floating in the water then disappearing out of sight leaving a streak of blood on her arm.
Eye's burning with tears,
soul's screaming with sorrow
the last breath of the night
she's giving in towards her fight
there is no more light...
The sad thing is that somewhere this is happening...

The beautiful pedals on a rose shine vibrant with sunlight. Morning dew still lies on top of the white veins in the flower.
Society is calling its hour
They say we fight for peace and freedom but do we really?
Or do we fight of judgment and sorrow…
Every day's hour is calling for tomorrow.
Girls walk and boys play
As the rose is watching from far away.
Poison hits the air when she gossips her words
Another sound of judgment is passed on to snitching birds
Spreading like fire through day and night
Electricity is in this fight
The boys are viewed as tough not weak
Squishing girls underneath their cheek
This is an injustice
This is not right
To have society let the man go who caused a fight
To let him walk with his sin of ****
While the girl sits alone listening to a single song tape
How is this justice to let him go
The young girl sits watching & breaking on her own.
She is now broken for life
A memory that’s placed as quickly as a clasp knife
To hide behind smiles and lies
This man will strike a again…
While the red rose dies.