a man who hides his sighs.

akin to finding suicide.

tampering with dice.

fighting with the mice.

the young boy in his pain ,cries.

just to see all his lies,

unfolding and tiwrling, spinning and dancing.

in a never ending high,

high high in the sky.

smiling toward the height.

eagles span and tie.

just to soar high.

high, high



















and thats just how i feel, its not really fun tampering with suicide all the time.

i just hate the was you force me.

and sometimes, it would be nice to just fly away from here, from well, to put it in a bad way. you.


and if you can leave me alone