Sitting at the window staring down. Listen to the people shuffle around. Hear the children laughing. Feel the morning breeze. Sunlight warms his skin.
She's gonna wait until she's ready. She's got problems caused by the friends she's chosen. They want to bring her down to their level. But she's gonna wait until she's ready.
Look down at the body. You may see no trace of wounds. In the eye, the eye of the beholder. One cannot, assume. . Not a drop of blood is drawn. But you know how it bleeds.
Grip the bars that hold my mind. And pace the cell that's stuck in time. Immune to change and far from love. I curse this world and God above. . Life is a cage when you're framed and confined.
Trapped by iron bars. Solitary ripping at me inside. A victim of this crazy ward. Must get out of here. No one gets out of here. . Force fed medication.
She loves rainbows. She loves butterflies. She loves silver and turquois. She loves getting high. She loves flowers. Flowers of all kinds. She loves animals.
by Dean Friedman. . Even our old friends who should've known better. They said, "She's heading for ruin. Turn away and forget her?". But they don't know you like I do. They don't love you..
By dean friedman. . I'm gonna find me a cave, I'm gonna shut myself in and not come out again,. I'm gonna stay there 'til I rot in my grave, and if someone comes a'knocking,.
Who is she. I'd sure like to know. More about her. Like what makes her always glow. And her interest. Does she like to sing songs. I always find myself singing her name.
Under command a new-born child. Submerged in blood, the dead they smile. Growing possessed, burning inside. A bloody feast for us tonight. . The way of death.
By dean friedman. . Looking down on the earth's crust, watching the last sunset.. Just a sprinkling of stardust, orange and violet.. And to the east in the autumn sky, blinking on and off like a firefly,.
You can say to me Fuck you. But Rachel, I still love you. Your friends can take a shot at my head. You can even wish that I was dead. You can tell the D. A. I'm bad.
Creating a life only to destroy. Saved from a life of the unemployed. Where crime is the only way to survive. Which is the best to be dead or alive?. Maybe a chance but maybe not.
by Dean Friedman. . Sprawling spired skylines, sparkle in the night. Sprinkling angel dust on everything in sight.. In the shadows far below, nestled deep within,.
Would you say I should have known better. Than to ever think you would be nice to me. When all the things I choose to remember. Say you were never ever nice to me.
I would describe it as. A invisible darkness. Casting, a shadow. A blinding black. Guarded, by hope. My soul is kept safe from. The bloody claws. . Look the way b'yond.
Last night I had a dream. You'll never guess who was in it. It was the strangest thing. And lasted less than a minute. . I don't remember the details.
By dean friedman. . Under a canopy in the freezing rain,. You said you wanted me. I was struck dumb.. As soon as he stepped outside, I was sure he knew..
Our towers are all tall. They reach out into the sunlight. Like the arms from far below. They appear from worlds of endless night. I may never see the sun.