I have a question which I wish to state,
in this rhyme-free poem with no fancy condiments...

Such a bone-chilling word
...confession...

Imagine my love, how sweet it would be,
if our demons danced in moonlights eyes...

Wild swirling gale,
intoxicate my being...

Oh! You fiendish sun!!
tell me, what crimes I've committed...

Death better be better than boredom, better be...

I had one last chance
at picking up the remains...

Ugh!
The sound...

I am fatigued...
world weary and oh-so-dreary...

I sing-though I'm bad-
when there's no paper on hand...

Ah! This delightful kiss,
Lingers daringly...

Life is a furnace of memories,
as each day passes by...