A/N: Random babbling. Sometimes I just pick up a pen and write. Here's
an example. Flame if you wish. Just keep it clean, and keep in mind that
I am but a poor artist, unable to do anything but this. Poetry is an
expression, that's all.

Wishes of the Damned

One tear falls
Then another
Rolling down my cheek
Resting on my lips
The glassy taste in my mouth
Speaking of pain
Pain no one
But me feels
A caged animal
Wishing for freedom
And respect
Not this pain
Wishing to be protected
From myself
Wishing for comfort
Being held tightly
To be touched softly
And kissed gently
Wishing for a dream
Not this harsh reality
Not this pain