Death is not to be laughed at,
Nor cried at...

Every new beginning,
comes from some beginnings end...

As you sit in silence,
Wondering why...

Loneliness
Hate, anger, frustration...

A mong cloudy skies,
Strong winds bend trees as they blow...

Her soul-less body cries icy tears
as she sits on her own...

I feel you in the morning
When at first I awake...

I lay down to sleep at night
i hold my breath and hold it tight...

As i sit here
scared and lonely...

Each tear drop is a feeling.
Each tear drop is a cry...

My loneliness is sometimes so arresting.
At times my solitude becomes detesting...

Wanting,
lusting...