That boy, take me away into the night,
out of the hum of the street lights
and into a forest.
I’ll do whatever you say to me in the dark,
scared I’ll be torn apart by a wolf in mask,
of a familiar name on a birthday card.
Well I have brittle bones it seems,
I bite my tongue and I torch my dreams,
have a little voice to speak with,
and a mind of thoughts and secrecy.
Wide eyed, both in silence.
Things cannot be reversed,
we learn from the times we are cursed,
We learn from the ones we fear the worst,
and learn from the ones we hate the most.
blow out the candles…..