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This wishful thinking won't end
Until I can write again...
Now the days drag on seeking the perfect rhyme...
I keep thinking to my self just give it a little more time
It's useless this can't go on
This begins to make me think of whti have written
Twice as shy now I've already been bitten...
As i am afraid to share what i have written
These sick and twisted thoughts rule my brain...
And is the person I once became full of pain
I want to lash and bite and scratch
But I must hold it all in, hold it all back
What will end this disarray?
I dont know what to do should I pray?
Will what i write be taken the wrong way?
Or as the soothing cold side of my pillow at night
