Two days until
the anniversary of your funeral...
Scrambling for purpose,
Sinking further down, down...
Through the clouds
The suns brings light...
If I was young,
know my body was so tired...
Sitting here,
Seeing everyone just as broken as myself...
I’ve been told many myths
about death...
This life is my first one,
This life is my last...
Hey,
I know we barely have been talking...
O father where have your fever gone?
Where have your wisdom gone...
Some were prepared to be
Suicidal, I was like, alright...
A crispy silver moonlight shone
upon the frosty leaves...
All humans suffer
grief throughout their dull lives...