[tabby title="Poem"] 3 AMYou left home as a jolly child, only to return as an image of what you used to be.What your Mama does not know is the fact that you died the minute she dropped you off outside...

[tabby title="Poem"] Dance with me while it lasts, not because you fear loss, but because this for me is what could ease the pain.Be by my side when I take those long cold showers, wondering whether they will momentarily silence...