Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me

I woke at 3 a.m., And I was scared. I thought I’d never be tired agai… But then I remembered the morning And all the joy it brings.

In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,

A tree fell in the park last night… I didn’t hear it go. The innards smelled of peppermint, And I felt the crumbling dirt Turn into ash in my hand.

Why do I still feel guilty About things That are out of my favor?

There’s always a morning, But there’s the night, too. Every faith has a savior, But the devil always follows suit. There will be spring,

Can you hear it? It is the cry of the poor. Their howling curls inside of my h… It pains me as if I were one of t… But, I am.

Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness

There’s so much blood in blood cou… As there are stones in my heart When I hear your name. The winged-pig can fly daily Once I’ve let myself remember

I feel so lonely. I want to die. Feeling like the only one on earth… My laughter is a lie. Laugh on, laugh on.

Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that

You were the devil. I knew it before you did; And I was St. Mary With clouds trailing behind me. I gave you my virtue

I died on Tuesday. My soul floated up Above my milky corpse, And I smiled. I saw my family,

What if your face was a poem alone… I bet People would read it and cry, And some would feel inflated afte… Because they witnessed something