it's hard to explain alot of things
things unexplained and i am one of them..
i stand alone in my own world and i love it..
i experience new things, i see new people,
i am from poetry from love and hate
i am from the tan walls, the wood-like floors
and the ghost colored counters
i am from the roses, the lily's bloom
i am the holloween spirit
the night is warm and hollow like the soul the deamon has swallowed i sit alone and laugh, i sit alone and cry
in my dream, i dreamed i could fly..
hours passed away..the sun bearly shinning
i slip into the white light that shows over the clouds.
it waste away like smoke trapt in asmall room
no escape. no enter. just stuck.
nothin' left to do but linger. until it dissapear..
it feels like life.