the monster within

It's dark, and she's in the woods alone with only the clothes on her back. She's afraid because of the crunching of the fallen leaves coming from behind her. She beegins to run. What is behine her will prove to be the most horrid thing she will see. It's chasing her to take her to the dark shallow depths on her mind. In time she will awaken and she will see she was just dreaming, so she thought, but she was wrong. Her dream was very real. There is no escaping this montser that holds her soul with such a tight grip. She see's the face over and over but is blind to the truth. Her family has all been killed by the monster and she fears it knows she got away. To kill the monster she ran in her once home and shot the gun in her old top drawer. Cops arrived on the scene to find her cold, dead, bloody corpse on the ground with a mirror in her hand and a smile upon her face.

Time

Time passes by slowly
but yet it feels so quick
for your parents it flys by
watching us grow
but for us it drags on and on
time doesn't stop or wait for people to catch up
it just keeps going
you'll never know when it will stop
and you won't live to see it stop
none of us are immortal
we all have an hour glass with father time
it just waits to run out to stop our time
time will take it's toll on our souls
but the question is
when will your time run out

Broken Hearts, Stonger Promises

I miss you
When you could move
ever since you got sick we began to drift apart
you feel gone even though you are close
depression mine as well of taken over at this point
it swells inside me like a volcano getting ready to errupt
my tears
they drip down my face as if it had been pouring for hours
its hard to accept that you wont get better
only worse
things haven't changed much though
you still push yourself
you hide everything under a thick blanket
but I can still see
what is worse is I know what is coming
you can't hold on forever
and I cant make you
your silence speaks a thousand words
hopefully you'll understand my choices long ago
all those fights
i hope you earased them
I dont want you to have bitter memories before your gone
I know you can't come back once your gone
like the leaves on the tress do when warm beautiful spring arrives
after having winters cold blanket of snow upon us
I can't help but ask every night before i go to sleep
and the words will slip out with a tear waiting to race down my face when the answer i recieve is no
will you be there in the morning