Just a normal morning, nothing to fear.
Just a school day, a Friday...
it's been 283 days
since I heard your voice...
A mental illness
should not be a death sentence...
Things can't be explained in the dark
when these old eyes sting from crying...
If I could I'd steal your final breath
Watch you just lay there and die...
I awake from my sleep to
see angels standing at the window...
Not Even Five
Not even five and we must part...
I shall grow very old,
within a mind shelter...
Climbing up she floats now towards
Yellow barley fields swaying in harmony...
Starving children are dying.
Will Christmas save them...
Oddly, you're
calming to me...
Please. . .
Take the bottle...