Talking?
You think that could help?
Talking about
the deep
grey bad things.
I tried.
It didn't work.
I still let
the blood
run down
my arms.

Persistent in consistency,
And while eventful, still regretful,
Forever remember that day in December,
That cold night and those street lights
That once held all the dreams we might weld
And countless days of sunset rays,
Never forget, I'll remember you yet.

I would love
to fill my
lungs with water.