Four crows, black on cloud,
Dark, sordid wings parry and ******—
Murdering white skies.

She still lay hunched over,
It had all happened in a blur,
She tried not to recall,
But it was all she could do about,
What happened was;
A nightmare, devastation.
Her innocence corrupted, like the gum on the road
Under her nose.
It was happening
She had just become another victim,
A possibilty she had never phantomed,
She listened to her heart's rythum,
She wished for it to stop,
She tried and tried,
To wipe her tears,
To muffle her sobs,
To get up and run,
But all she could do was,
To think what he had done.

I shall write about you
until the ink runs out
until the trees get old
until the ship sinks down
until they dig deep down
to find the fossils which are running out
giving diamonds and gold to your beloved ones
displaying an apparent proof.

People can't stop loving just as much as they can't stop hating
all the broken hearts
which may take eternity to heal
I am one of you
as I walk down alleys  
I sight history in a man's eyes
I sense their lungs weakening
I observe their dry lips
you see the liquor hasn't done too good.
I hear people screaming through mere silence.
I shall continue to write about you
until this world seems bright.

Dread
That's what we all feel when we think about it
Consistency 
Talking to someone every day
Asking how their day way all the time 
Caring so much 
It's a ******* pain
Right in your ****, not your ******, your ****
Ok some people might like that but you know what I mean
Always caring, always worrying, always wasting 
Wasting time 
With commitment 
The abundance of things you could partake in
If it wasn't for commitment
Maye I'm just a sad and alone loser playing Pokemon all day and no one loves me
This may be my bias
But just think of the
Dread
You get from 
Commitment