A snow painted park
White branches against a fading gray sky...

A great writer once said that
A person's eyes are the window to their soul...

Sitting in the rain
Cold and uncollected...

I see you through my car window
As you pull up alongside me...

Please do not allow me to live life any longer
Let me pass away to another day...

I see life pointless
It’s true...

No longer do I cut
To ease impulsive pain...

Kill me now
And bleed my body...

Oh mister President
You’ve robbed me of my dreams...

You called me after so long
And we talked for hours...

I’ve made a lot of changes
Paved a path of blood and tears...

Bury me beneath the earth's soil
And leave my crumbling plastic heart to decay...