Stop this playing games.
You're driving me insane...

Every year is the same
I go along with the game...

Oh, the strep in my throat.
The pain I feel is not remote...

It's usually cold,
wet...

**The second of a joint poem. Please read...
You killed me...

You killed me.
I came to you...

Thank you.
I don't know you...

Alone, in the darkness, I hear a voice.
It calls me to come...

Life is short, why waste?
Why are you in such a haste...