The tombs line up,
bodies consumed by pain that they could never...
A once cheerful petal was found
shrivelled up and dead...
I feel nervous at first
as there is only blackness...
What good am I if I’m just flesh and bone,
When I scare away everyone that’s mattered...
Should I meditate?
Should I medicate...
Stretch for that thread,
tug on it for assistance...
The air in here is disgusting.
You have lived here for...
I felt the air change
reverberate...
I wonder if
I really am...
Empty
empty...
The thought hits me sometimes
like a bolt from the blue, that...
Sunshine, oh how I've missed thee
but why come and torment me...