I think terrible things

i think terrible things (2)

i think terrible things

while i lay on the green grass

in the park near by

the breeze is strong and steady

while the tree branches are weak and shaky

a storm starts to surround me

but all i am doing is

thinking of terrible things

i have a sick mind

everyone tells me that

sometimes i even tell myself that

i think of my mothers death

i have thought about her death a million times before

but now i see beauty in it

i think if my mom

closing her eyes before the train

hits her

i think of her being in peace

and not regretting a single thing

i wish i was like her

i think terrible things

while i lay on the damp grass

in the park near by

the breeze is too strong for my liking

and the trees may fall on me

the storm has just begun and so has my thought

my thoughts about the beauty in not only my mothers death

but mine that was soon to come