I feel the flesh become weak,
The brain becoming hollow...

Let yourself feel it.
As all the care you are void of rushes back like...

I crave you,
The peanut butter that spreads so thin...

I hit the ground hard,
But wasn’t expecting...

You call it sin,
Yet don’t see what makes me truly happy...

When I close my eyes.
She’s there in vivid color...

Before you waste my time with nonsense
Every day should matter...

Little innocent skipped forth to the forest,
Her beautiful dark hair sauntered in the wind...

She used to wait with bated breath,
For all to see her beauty...

I remember.
All those mornings with you...

“What a year, what a year.”
How it’s been so severe...

Dorothy came to me skipping,
Her happiness was just a facade...