AutumnShe didn't always love this seasonshe used to love springA time where flowers bloomed.and skies were never dull.And then, she changed,just like the Season.She fell in love with autumn.the time right before winter,right before it all dieseverything that grew in springdies in winter.A time where day skies resembled fireand the leaves were crispso full of life but...so full of deathTrees began to loose theirs leavesshe thought of it as a beautiful thing.It was so easy for them to just,replace their leaves, she somewhat envied them.So, autumn.She loved Autumn.Not spring or winter butthe in between.
N/AI want to show the worldhow blind it could be.Everything but the firedown to my sick fantasiesI want to show the worldhow horrible it really isnothing but homicideor my beautiful suicide.I want the people to knowthat life is merely fragilenothing ever staysnot even for the damsel.I want the people to knowthat they are very selfishThey never really careuntil you're truly gone.all i wanted were answersanswers no one seemed to have.No one at all,not even mom and dad.So if you happen to findthe soul that is mine.Please look back and realizethat I never had enough time.I looked and looked but never foundThe item in which you hold.You could say I was lying orIt's the truth in which no one told.
LiarsThe show has begunOh lord! i've forgotten my smileWill the crowd look upon me and frown?Will they take away my crown..For I'm the queen of the brokenSaints & sinners look the same to me.Now they have started a riot,a riot upon my town.They dragged me off the stageand took away my crown...Oh dear! oh Dear! the ending is nearThey're taking me to the placewhereall the liars disappear.They ripped me limb by limbAnd stabbed me with a knife,little did they knowthat i was still alive...Burning me at the stakeswhile sorrow fills my eyes.The cut off my tongue,I didn't have time to cry.They threw me down a holeeven though I wasn't Alice.But maybe, it was supposed to besuch a sad and awful ending for me.
PoemI crashed into love,no, I did not fall.I wasn't ready, I slipped into it.Such as an ice skater,graceful and beautiful,perfect;until it falls.You don't see it coming; your heart stopsTerrified and confused,what used to be gracefulwasn't so graceful anymore.Now, you're waiting for her to mess up again.You realize, she let herself get carried awaywith the beautyit overwhelmed her.One mistake.One mistake and it's over.One mistake and, the heart stops.
Her paintingAlone in a room she was,She couldn't figure out who cared andwho was just curious.Then anger filled hershe grabbed her paintbrush and paintedthe strokes were thick and dark;she always painted like this.Then, sorrow consumed her.She grabbed her pencil and drew the outlinealthough it was a small line, it meant a lotThen, numb.She couldn't control the blade this time.She needed to finish the picture.on her body.On her canvas.Her painting was complete but,there was no variety in colour, justred.Only she could see the picture but,that's how it always was.Only she understood it's meaning because,no one else knew her.