Moonlight steams through window panes
Spilling over my books and floor
Laying herself upon my bed,
She paints in silver on my door.

Her fingers brush my dusty shelves
Her winter eyes a-glow:
And when the night air rushes in,
She fills my mouth with snow

The bitterness of knowing
You do not deserve sadness,
As though pain were a prize
You have not earned, and yet
The knife in your heart, and life
Pouring from your eyes to this page
Beg to differ,
But with a world that has earned sadness
And I, who has just stumbled blearily
across it, like a feast for my hungry soul,
Stay bitterly and undeserving,
Guilty for tears
Without reason or right; a smile
Is the simplest lie, but cloying
When you have no right to be hurt
It is unbearable, that smile
That rests on my unbearable lips

Hello, my friend

I have found it at last
It is bright and warm
    And strange
I do not know what it is,
but I think I like it
Nothing hurts here, it's nice.
Tell mother it's okay now, I'm okay

I think I'll just stay awhile,
                And rest...

Goodbye,  friend

Tired mumblings
The distant drone of twirling fans
And lights
Numbers spoken
Motion for swift end.
Seconded.
Thank you,
Goodbye