Sometimes I reach out,
Stretching my hands toward the sun...

The sky so beautifully blue.
White wispy clouds, everything standing so still...

I see the evil and hate in the flames;
As it slowly burns into my eyes...

The house shaking;
Things falling off the walls...

Grandma, you see, is a very important name...
Your entitled to spoiling, caring and all those...

Today I was diagnosed with cancer.
I'm scared, I can't do this or even be around...

Angry black storm clouds moving closer.
Wind screaming in my face...

Love is a priveledge, honor it to be true.
It is hard to come by unlike trust which is easy...

The first memory of you I can see so clearly,
All the memories you both shared I hold dearly...

Lastnight was dreadful
Shedding tears over twilight...

Please, Don't kill me.
I'm not ready, Just not yet...

This is the last time...
I will pick up this knife...