• Did I tell you?
    About the time...
    When I lay awake,
    Well past nine?

    My mouth was open,
    But no sound it made...
    As I lay there,
    Scared and afraid.

    And when my tears began to fall
    Pouring down,
    And drowning all...
    I thought of her.

    And the memories are all too real.
    They make me remember...
    They make me feel.

    And always she is in my head.
    I want her gone...
    I want her dead.

    I need her to hear my plea.
    To cease this torture,
    And leave me be.

    I cannot live like this for long,
    My will is weak
    And isn't strong.


    So a riddle I shall leave for thee...
    Dare ye enter...
    And save me?

    From this fate I have in mind...
    Of coloured ribbons,
    String and twine...

    And as the leaves begin to fall...
    Becoming scarce...
    Till none at all...

    I shall hang there.
    Motionless and limp,
    Without a care.

    My feet dangling
    In the air...
    I'll be dead.