Editors

There's blood in the sky,
It bleeds from the land
Behind those eyes,
Diamonds turn to sand.
Such a beautiful fall,
I saw the surface break,
The water's so cold,
Your body shakes.
On a stormy day the clouds move too fast to see,
The shapes they make or how they wrap,
Our little world right up.
Ohhhhhh!
I'm in your garden, but I want a forest.
I'm in god's garden,
I'll make it a forest,
I'll make it a forest.
You cut your ideas, in your own way,