i wish

Laughter fades and Beauty leaves
Flowers wither and Scents pale
Music screeches and Anger speaks
Lost happens, Dreams die.


All i'll have left will be my soul.


It's oh so quiet!
they wonder if she's fine.
she's having cramps she say.

she's going to call someone, far.
she's going to feed her hunger.
Medicine's going to be drowsy.
Later, she'll hibernate.

Weather's cold, and the pain's killing.

She's fine. she's cuddling up with her old furry today.