Heather unkown Poems

My life is in runes
and I only await death
to come for me
nothing to look
...

As the night grows darker
I grow bolder
I feel happy and safe
like nothing can toch me
...

I feel something warm and wet
running down my hand
and drip off my fingers
now I am just staring
...

What are the
exuses was it
the cat, or the dog, or
maybe just the
...

How can life be
so crule where around
every corner is only
saddness and pain
...