Alive...
For once my beating heart renewed...

I've said too much think I in mind
And yet my mouth prevails...

Last Chance to make me believe
All of which you have conceived...

Hahaha
My dear sweet child...

John was well respected indeed
But suddenly he had to pee...

...Hello?
Please my dear child speak to me...

As seen across the moonlit sands
Widows dead by their own hands...

I stare straight ahead
At the Ghost...

A cold and wintry day to be,
I drift to sleep again...

Icy words congeal
Over my eyes...

A mind in pieces
In shattered ruins...

Awaken by the sounds of beeps
Young sir does not recall...