| The Forecast Sitting in pure darkness, Listening to stark silence. Her minds eye sees past pretense. Snakes wander to slither away, Darkness comes with light of day. Time passes slowly quick, Scars on wrists ever so slick. See no more bloody drips, If not careful, she could slip. Don't go back her mind warns. Too much lightening in the storm. |
| The Stranger He's just a fantasy, Someone she can't see His words touch her soul, Nights turn black as coal, When dreams disappear, And she realizes he's not here. |
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