Death of an Angel- - Death of an Angel - -Hush now, I'm not here to scare you.Hush now, I'm not here to hurt you.Hush now my little child.Why are your eyes filled with dread?Come now little boy, look into my eyes.Am I really that scary?Take my hand and walk with me.The darkness really isn't that bad.Do I scare you?Do you fear me?Is it something I said?Is it something I did?Hush now, I'm not here to scare you.Hush now, I'm not here to hurt you.Hush now my little child.Why are your eyes filled with dread?Look up at the sky.There is a big difference,Between day and night.Look up at the sky.Tell me boy, what is the matter?Why won't you speek?Why can't you hear me?Why can't you see me?Hush now, I'm not here to scare you.Hush now, I'm not here to hurt you.Hush now my little child.Why are your eyes filled with dread?What are you staring at child?Why do you seem so sad?Why are your eyes filled with tears?What happend child, I need to know.Tell me what's wrong?Tell me why you'r
AloneI am lonely.I have a boyfriend. I have a best friend. I havemany closer friends who I can talk to.I am lonely.There is nobody to cry into, nobody that I canbe completely redundant with my problems.I am lonely.I occasionally hang out after school. I goover to their houses. We talk at lunch.I am lonely.I am hardly ever invited to parties. I am notinvited to social outings. I stay at home.I am lonely.I make others laugh. I make others happy.I am liked. I am surrounded by friends.I am lonely.I do not laugh, I am not happy, I am notliked. I am not a part of inside jokes.I am alone.
Crimson SnowCrimson SnowNo. Dont hurt her, please dont, I cried out in agony. My mom tried to tellme everything was going to be alright, but when I heard the gun go off I could onlyimagine what happened as her voice drifted off into the distance. The murderer thenturned towards me and plunged a blade into my stomach. My body warmed, while bloodspilled out of the gash in my flesh.I crawled over to my mother, screaming out for bloodlust when I witnessed herlimp body strapped to the chair. Managing to scrape together the strength to pull myselfto my feet I limped outside, and collapsed in the cold snow below, setting a growing stainof crimson in the fluffy white.Lifting my head I caught a glimpse of the murderers red cloak flapping in thecool night breeze. My vision became progressively more blurred, as I laid there admiringwhat seemed like the tears of the heavens. Night moved in swiftly, snuffing out thecandlelight in the barn. And with the candle, I too s