Let This Time Go By ( age 12)

There was no date on this, but I got the age from the reference to Trent, yep that Trent.

She watching my steps
outlining imaginary friends
with red crayons
watching her invisible mate
cry in desperation and hate
His soul seems caged
not knowing it's too late
to say if she can ever change.
Posters of Trent hang from her ceiling
worshiping the crayon idols
she screams at her hands to bleed
red stains fall from the bed
creating visible lines
of saints of gods.
She falls to her knees to pray.
Some find of wonderful
doesn't appear for her today.

Waiting for tomorrow
waiting for the sun to die
waiting for my love to hide
Maybe I'm just too cautious
maybe I'm just to blind
Maybe I'm just too foolish
to let this time go by

I am too ashamed to lift up my face
too see the evil appearing before me
tumbling in the stable pit
I feel unworthy of her caress
drowning in this new conscious state
bleeding from her hand to create a safe place
I discover a life within her voice
Scared of what use to be
I also fall to my knees, begging for forgiveness
seems to fade from my lips
causing both of us to drown
to waste in this vicious pit.