Rot and stink,
You bird of get swell...

Trapped. . .
Gray clouds looming overhead...

In the cold light of mourning,
I see you for what you are...

Just tell me that you want this,
and I'll make sure it falls apart...

I remember from when I was little,
dad telling me they were all the same...

Computers,
finicky, creations...

*!~I wrote this for a contest but yet again I...
Its been years since I was back there...

A million voices in my ear,
all telling my to proceed...

Innocent until proven guilty,
yet the judgment will never cease...

Insignificant little differences,
bring confusion into the game...

I remember when the rain was special,
when it made me feel at ease...

I feel like I could run forever,
and you'd always be by my side...