We gather today to mourn a deatrh.
And after we pray we're sadder at best.
In pastures we lay, no laughter is left.
No masters of fate, so faster to stress.


The group of my people that I keep at bay........
All choose to use needles and likely cant change.
The truth sounds so evil with feasible rage.
I see them as equals but leave open space.


~I find myself angry when my help isn't saving.
Im too self indulgent and noticed I'm crazy.
I hold them in closeness but no sense is saving.
I wrote this promote fits of coldness and craving.