Poem

By: Ville Valo Lover

A/N: Me and my mom were talking and I felt like I was being stalked. Turns out she felt the same way. Feeling mixed with mine her her's

Tittle: The Walls

The walls are near, they're closing in
coming nearer and nearer
Closer ever closer, sneaking up
On me faster and faster.
It doesn't take me by surprise
I know it's coming, it's very near,
It will soon be here
Like the wind it will be here
Like the wind it will be gone.