Ice cold knife
warm skin...
A total straner, left this world
with suicide...
Lay me down here
And put me to rest...
It is apparent,
gauging from my presence in this pitch black room...
I wish I had
another chance...
I always looked
up to you...
I feel awkward
at times...
Maybe war is what made you this
heartless...
Dusk and dawn camouflaged
themselves inside a fallen...
Young minds possess wings
of imagination to...
This flower is all I have left of you now
As its pedals break making but a sound...
Time creeps slowly by
this hell on Earth, my life...