1
Those nasty thoughts rattle my head.
A hug or kiss may grant me bliss,
Alas, I lie lonesome in bed.
2
atop my throne, I wear a crown
worked my way up, but not enough,
So still, I tend to don a frown.
3
Been so long since I’ve seen the sun.
A snowy waste, give me a taste
of what I’ll feel like when it’s done.
4
My darling’s heart does requiem,
A lonely song, but not for long,
For I grab my guitar & strum.
5
the future stares me in the eyes.
a daunting feat, my dear so sweet,
in the end, you shall be my prize.
6
To sickness, swear you are devout
One-hundred-three, a grand degree,
or reckless fire to snuff out.
7
my hair may just as well be gray.
a churning gut, a careful cut
preparing for that fated day.
8
I give in to that tempting urge.
a painful sting, satisfying,
skin under my nails, impulse surged.