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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When I die, don't bury me.
Prop me against my favorite tree...