I know she will do it,
anytime from now, not sure when...
Starving children are dying.
Will Christmas save them...
She lies,
determination writ in each...
He baits his thoughts
Upon a hook of deep words...
Oddly, you're
calming to me...
I wish I could take your pain away
losing is never fun...
If the death note is what is found,
Then what is truly gone...
There,
in the heap...
A warm disc sets at dusk behind the rigid range...
Jagged are the remnant rays that pierce through...
This letter had been penned
With ink that dripped from...
Incubator, mother's breast.
dressing up box, old string vest...
She adorns a gentle swagger,
as her hips dance under a moonlit...