Made: Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Time: 10:28pm

Black and white—

That's what my vision's seeing

Under the dull, dim light

That is the world.

Pen and paper—

That's what I use for writing

This note just for your

Eyes and no one else's.

Throat and mouth—

That's what I have for speaking,

But I can't choke the words out,

Because it hurts too bad.

Fire and ice—

That's what I feel always.

And I can't be nice,

Yet I don't know why.

Guns and knives—

That's what I am experiencing

In this cold, dark night

Without the moon.

Life and death—

That's what is the difference.

Got tired of the monsters under my bed

And the skeletons in my closet.

Black and white—

That's what my vision's seeing

Under the dull, dim light

That is no more.