At the age of seventeen, I justified
my thoughts as opium...

I made a silent confession
when dawn kissed droopy...

I am the stranger walking alone,
leaning to the right with packages...

I was not entirely sure
Of the circumstances...

Fighting urges of darkness
a fiery switch within my mind...

I've altered my life
in exchange for burdens...

I've got a ghost in my pocket
and a butt full of calories...

Have you ever wished to freeze
time in a snowflake...

I'm frozen tear drops
Crystalized love messages...

This is not going to be elegant,
nor polished, as sliver spoons...

I wanted her to feel sobriety
once again...

If I were to be a Sonnet, per say
the moon would guide a path of silver...