He was my congenial aubade,
in the this ever dismal nighttide...

To dream up of such a man
you wish you could have...

Upon my ears your breath lingered,
Adorned with words I've longed to hear...

I had come across this man,
shock in my expression...

There is a man who stands
shrouded in the cloudy...

I need him tonight--
The clouds mask the stars...

The breeze that twisted through
Empty branches of scathed trees...

A simple step in the wrong direction
Can take you a mile out of this place...

I can hear these blackbirds singing in my mind,
As I walk along the darkened sidewalk...

Can you feel the fire that burns,
The flames reaching up high...

When I was young I was invincible.
Falling off the park swing and getting a skinned...

I died.
I know stories aren't supposed...