• On Halloween Day
    I wandered about
    Wondering things
    I shouldn`t have wondered about.
    What is death, is it a new life?
    Should I take my throat to the knife?
    Should I break, Or have I broke?
    To fall or rise.
    To reach for the lights. Or should I stay in the darkness of the night.
    What is a soul? What is life?
    Is it dark or is it light.
    I turn on the lights and hug myself tight.
    and look in fright.
    I shouldn`t have wandered about.
    I walk down the street. Shuffling my feet.
    I feel disturbed. I heard voices no one could here.
    I yelled I screamed but no one could hear me.
    Is this craziness? Is this the point of life, Being so afraid
    So you can reach for the light?
    To the devils delight I reach for a knife
    And tumble to the floor, Never to wander again.
    On My grave and dieing day. In the cold and wet rain.
    I held a rose and one last tear trickled down my cheek.
    So this is death, Its not a treat, I cannot feel I cannot speak.
    Release me.