An old man making a speech,
a sad crowd standing up and clapping...
All I recall is the sight of people running away,
some in pajamas, others the way God...
Dedicate this poem to a creature that I killed...
I remember like it was yesterday...
Throughout the year
she collects obituary...
Dark hues of winter
mornings are still...
There's obviously something wrong here
Can't you see her smile isn't right...
The rain is a living glass disguised
in sheeps clothing as a dew...
I want to be done with you,
But I just can't let you go...
The only company that
has knocked on my door...
She
would give...
I look in the mirror
Then turn away in shame...
She takes me into her welcoming wings
When depression blooms like joyful spring...