I'm trying to think of something to write
On this frigid Winter night...

A bright and sun shining day
But now the laughter has gone away...

Love, you fickle feline
Taking padded steps in stealth...

Slowly navigating it's way through my veins.
Tension builds...

These thoughts that stab inside my head!
They tell me I'd be better off dead...

This blade, so primitive.
Yet so powerful...

I can't sleep, I can't think, I can't breathe
Without thinking of you...

It kills me...
To see the young go hungry...

I miss all of you
You left before your que...

Age 19? Seems like 91
Forced to grow up too fast...

Is it so wrong, to want the unattainable?
To strive for that something, so distant...

Take my restricting shackles of existence
Remove my misguided temptations...