As seen across the moonlit sands
Widows dead by their own hands...

A cold and wintry day to be,
I drift to sleep again...

Hahaha
My dear sweet child...

Safety Pins can't hold it now
But it sure can numb the pain...

A mind in pieces
In shattered ruins...

...Hello?
Please my dear child speak to me...

John was well respected indeed
But suddenly he had to pee...

I stare straight ahead
At the Ghost...

Alive...
For once my beating heart renewed...

Icy words congeal
Over my eyes...

Awaken by the sounds of beeps
Young sir does not recall...

Left to rot with ink and pad
Clear my mind of what make me mad...