• Running through time, I see my face through the years.
    I die once past ten and again I watch my mother’s tears.
    Forgotten thoughts of yesterdays resurface to reveal the truth.
    Mistakes of mine to blame;
    as a teen, anger fuels my flame.
    By my mind’s own hand, I die.
    Try as I might, I have no where to hide.
    This world filled with hate;
    I’m sorry, I tried to rush, but now I’m too late.

    Blue. My beautiful blue. My love stolen.
    Sparks the midnight shadow where I dwell.
    My heart too weak to heal.
    Once more, I die.
    Watching my soul, where it may lie.
    Breathing and yet without life,
    I continue on wishing, one day, for a wife.
    A family I desire, old and ugly I grow.
    Thinking, wishing, where should I go?
    Cold, I feel… My warmth gone.
    and now alone, I begin my sleep.

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