A.S.H.L.E.E (As She Holds, Little Escapes Escapes) Poem by Ray Mesa

Running blind
She's a runaway bride
Today she's not mine
Yeasterday's ignored signs
she never listens to herself
Her heart, No one can find

Her blound hair flutters in the wind
like blue eyed butterflies
Oh but each night she sins
and each other night she crys
Her hands reek of ciggeretes
it's amazeing she's not dead yet
I want to protect her
I wish I could save her
But this world is wrecking her
and she's heading for a open grave

A boy's life played in slow motion
Slowly it slips
He knows no motive
Lest be known
Easy does it son
Eruptuive endings are comeing soon

I refuse to let another fish go
I won't sleep alone tonight
A hand, A body to hold
Is all I ask, Oh lord
A angel's hands comes through the light
I reach with wish and might
that she will grab my hand
Oh god, Oh sweet mary
This world is so small, So very scary
I can't face it alone
No, No No I won't
I'm hungry for love, I'm down to my bones
Oh, Oh lord No I can't
I can't take sleeping in this home
Without a head on my chest
Don't you hear my crys, My sad moans
I can't sleep, I get no rest
I am so alone
that I imagine holding someone
I am so alone
That I pretend there is a body in my bed, besides my own

Her figure is one large shadow
She doesn't exist
My ways, lit by candles
Traveling to the mist
Her hand's holding my wrist
Telling me to stay
But I won't live long
My teeths staind and my hair is turning gray
My fuse is about gone
I rather die
then go on being me
If she costs a dime
Then I'm free
I'm no better then myself or you
My skin is pale and my hearts grown Untrue