Winter
It's the end of December
and snow is heavily falling.
The birds no longer sing
and the grass no longer grows.
The trees are absent of leaves
and the sky is a somber gray.
At night darkness lays over
just as a coffin.
It is your time to go.
There will be no stopping.

Your Hand
You said you would be here
and always hold me dear.
You said you would help me
and always show me what to see.
Why do you do the things you do?
I know you care about me too.
You have an odd way of showing it.
I feel like I have completely lost it.
Confused as a bird at sea.
There is no other place I'd rather be.
Help me understand.
Let me be the one to hold your hand.

The Monster
The room is dark and damp.
There is only light from a small table lamp.
Waiting for the monster to come in.
How long has it been?
It has been a few years.
Shedding oh so many tears.
The monster just comes and goes.
The mysterious face is never shown.
The creature's steps have picked up pace.
This is not even close to a race.
The time has come to face him.
The light is now more dim.
He approaches you.
You tell him to let you be.
He says it will be fun,
All you want to do is see the sun.
He starts by taking your hand.
Get on the couch is his demand.
Tired of this you say no.
He won't let you go.
He takes off everything.
Your ears begin to ring.
Soon it is all over.
He tells you that was the last time, it's over.
He pulls out a gun and aims it at his head.
The monster you knew is now dead.

They're short and sweet.
I like them.
Especially The Monster. ^^

"Winter" was my favorite.

Cemetary Gates
Another day in hell
All they seem to do is yell
They have just gone to sleep
It is time to make that leap
Out into the cold, go to the place known best
A cemetary really is a good place to rest
WAlking through the gates of dead
Thinking of the lives once led
Wondering about to a certain tree
Beginning to cry while falling on both knees
The trusty razor, once buried, is found
How beautiful the night is with no sound
The razor makes its deep glistening mark
Now it's time to wander in the dark
A little ways down is the steep cliff
The cut goes numb, and thoughts begin to drift
Looking up at the stars in the night sky
Someone is about to go and die
The razor makes one last mark
Feet close to the edge, surrounded by dark
Jumping into the lonely black abyss
Never will that person be missed

Mirror Image
Across the room their is a familar face
It looks like it's lost in this place
Skin as white as snow
Facial movements ever so slow
Eyes that are completely blank
For this who should we thank
Now examine the person more in depth
This person surely looks like death
Dark cirlces formed under their eyes
The person now begins to cry
Who is that person across the way
Realizing who it is, there is nothing to say
Looking in that same mirron once again
Having no idea this is how it would end