The sun fell today,
Its great power gone...

To be able to judge,
thats where my foulacy stands...

Sitting here with her beside,
you readers cannot see...

Will I be dead,
before I die...

I'm a teenager today,
I was a boy yesterday...

Using this pencil,
greatest weapon in the end...

To let you read this,
Fear has definitely been put aside...

To tired am I,
to write a poem with meaning...

While slashing away paper infinite of age,
attempting to think ahead of myself...