I cried myself to sleep last night,

praying for pain to come,

to take away the emptiness

forged from destruction and

poison words.


I wrote a melody last night,

taken from sobs that wracked

skeletons and building alike,

caused by stupidity and

actions regretted.


I prayed for death to come last night,

after realizing what occurred.

I kept myself alive, deprived of

every sort of joy, for I know


I do not deserve the peace of death.