September 6, 2025 is coming,
For the end of your new beginning...

Asking for help
Wasn't my thing...

Everybody grieves when someone leaves.
Tears stream like flowing rivers and waterfalls...

I am lost in an empty room,
Crowded only with myself...

My patience was on the brink of rotting;
Hope started to fade that foggy afternoon...

Farewell now, my love, my muse, my darling.
Only I knew the names I gave you...

Ladies and gentlemen,
Do you still remember my darling Jane...

"How many vicodin must be swallowed
To ease the pain inside this void...

In a dim-lit room, with smoke-filled air,
Frank played jazz, his fingers a blur...

Everything was set up.
Spoon, fork, porcelein plates...

Rode the bus that night,
Only a ticket in my hand...

Harry said if he'll be a blue bird.
he'll fly to you...