Another death. Another piss off. Another miscalculated change......
I can feel the sadness. I don't know if it's real. But I can squeeze out this fluid. I can cry. I can weep. I can scream. But I don't know if I can care. It takes too much to care.
I takes too much to be real, to sympathize.
If I had lost a brother...If I had lost a friend.
If I had lost the only this why I am here.
i would no longer care..
Such Danger I would become to myself.
To others and their uneffected joys.
To die, to sleep...no more.
