Today I died a little bit more,
As everybody does each day...

The air was a slight mixture of
laughter and suspense...

My gothic heart, why do you cry?
Dripping blood, as dark as your fears...

You were a bad boy from the beginning;
A rebel without a cause...

The office workers sit quietly around their desks
Lips pursed tightly, but their minds in disarray...

You used to be my only friend;
The only one of whom I could talk to...

Do you ever feel sad?
Do you ever feel alone...

This is my first ever Terzanelle...

A pen and some old scrap paper;
Two of the simplest things...

Two years ago last Friday, he took to that...
And announced that he was going to paint...

I've never really been the kind
Of person to be so naive...

I could grab my wings and fly away;
Wake myself up to a brand new day...