Clawing, craving
These eyes are shut, glued...

When we're left in this world to wallow and crawl
And nothing is there but blank blackened walls...

I'm lying on the ground
Unwilling just to stand...

Remember that time
The bee stung your arm...

Falling gently into despair
Searching for the slightest tear...

This, this pen, it is not real
And this, this paper I scarcely feel...

My little plastic plane
Is yellow...

So lay me down to sleep tonight
And watch the night glaze over light...

Existence that surrounds me
Seems to fall into decay...

It was everything he stole from me
And every part of me he took...

You see
I want to write this poem...

Every life you touch, every soul you reach out to...
Everything is something...