Dark days
depressed times...

Dear friend
dear human...

Bottled up
i stay inside...

Running through the forest
villian on your back...

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

Raw
death...

The grass turns brown
the bunnies die off...

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

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

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