everything in this world is glittering and bright

We all know the stories Monsters under our beds

Lonely I sit the window is my only friend

The language of the universe made of only two people

we have all heard about the wolf, but have you heard about the sheep?

The Arson is my heart is burning me alive...

ride.......

High in the hair I'm placed, perfectly balanced

the true consequences of the hate you spread into the world

What would it be like to board a train thats destination is nowhere?

A poem that shows what it is like to ache to belong.