The black lake <br />is dangerous. <br />We do not know why. <br />We do not question. <br />The village people, <br />they don't answer questions. <br />Because they don't talk. <br />They claim the black lake tells <br />them to write. <br />So that's what they do. <br />They write us stories. <br />The stories warn us. <br />But sometimes, <br />writing is too slow. <br />And we don't know. <br />Us, we always know. <br />But sometimes we can't, <br />and the unthinkable happens. <br />We begin to Seperate.<br /><br />Mia Ocean<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/too-late-5/
