Dawn Michelle (8/3/91 / Van Nuys, California)

Painful intelligence
Is something you harbor
Your alibi is innocence
But that you have slaughtered
Death, your one hope
Or so it seems to you
With this life you must cope
Since none of it is through
You dream of silence
And ending it all
You feed off of violence
And a ‘long lonely hall’
You love the dark sky
For its vast emptiness
With the stars you can hide
And forget all the rest
All alone you’re content
Whether it should be this way
‘From God you were sent’
With confidence I can say
As for your suicidal thoughts
Don’t let them come back
Your blood has been bought
Now step out of the black