I am asked many times.
What shall happen if you die?
Well I will tell you know
in a form of a poem.
Scarred with sorrow.
Heart stained with guilt.
Hatred buring like fire for myself.
Sudical thoughs passing my mind
by the hour.
I shall blame I for death
For life vanshing from you.
Everday feeling it was my fault.
Thinking 'I was not able to make you happy enough to stay.'
Becaues of course.
When you mean die=suicdal= I killed myself.
For I have written many times.
I shall take your life in my hands.
Clutch it tightly to my breast, a lovely gem.
Shinging always I'll make sure.
It will never slip away.
Becaues my favorite cousin,
that beautiful gem
happens to be you.
