Cotton candy clouds,
nesquik river...

I'm tired of these polar schools,
it's to cold...

Droplets of your sour blood collect and form a...
you stand above your gray dead body just starring...

A child so young,
bony and starved...

A still butterfly rests it's silver wings,
perched upon the gray branches of an oak...

The day is of yellow rays,
dappled with white clouds...

My best friend past,
and here I lay across his body...

There are more than a thousand faults,
that I have made...