LOST SLEEP
this is a poem i wrote about a little girl i read about that was in the hollicost.
This evening I walked along the street of death
A new child comes to him
Deserted here, the old house stands in silence
It was once so nice.
I look, I look into the wide world
I look toward my home.
Cut off from the world thats free.
Death, after all, claims everyone.
In the flame of candles by my bed, I finaly sleep.