Comments about Marisa Cherise
This feeling, no hope, no faith,
nothing left, what a waste.
Going to my special place, my secret place
my heart beats, my heart races, now a steady pace.
Close the door, check the lock,
deep breath, look at the clock.
Half past noon, not a minute late,
grasp it in my hand, but wait.
My only friend, my best friend,
who I know will be with me till the end.
Heart races, faster and faster,
quicker pace, closer and closer.
I hold my metal friend, tight in my hand,
concentrate, focus, until I land.
In this place of blue, ...