This is a small poem
for you to enjoy...

Here I lay in this black pool
My heart and stomach lurches...

All the evil in this world.
I've seen so much...

I've lost myself again.
Disconnected...

I begin to write these words of power.
Standing here, on my flaming tower...

I hate how I mess up so much.
For every single thing I touch...

So one day I was sitting alone.
And I heard a knock at the door...

I used to lay here in pain.
Brought by love...

I want you to know.
That I love you...

A thing of the present, not the past.
A thing that I really hope will last...

In this torrential downpour,
In this gray city...

We exist among you,
numbering few...