Dear friend
dear human...

Dark days
depressed times...

Do you think the Sun is happy?
Do you think the Sun cares about...

Running through the forest
villian on your back...

When i was with you
my wings bent in...

The grass turns brown
the bunnies die off...

We were happy
we laid in the uncut grass...

Bottled up
i stay inside...

Running down stairs, to the kitchen
i slip, fall, but it feels good...

Raw
death...