I can’t write like this...
Left every line blank...

Dark-
so dark and cold...

You always say that life moves on
The sun will be up at dawn...

Long since infatuation
to much condescending...

Voice:
calls to me through the speakers...

Father, you are my tester
The hands that hold my strings...

All the Roses have died
Shriveled and gone...

Love they said-
then love fell out...

To sleep-
that would be a welcome thought...

Has she told you?
Her eyes don’t lie...

You’re like any other, just shove it down
go on and wonder why...

Ask yourself why
bring it upon you leg...