If no one ever sees this my words wont dissipate, nor will they disperse. They will remain the unguided thoughts of a 20 year old boy whos flauntless words will remain in exile of anothers eyes. They will remain for the sole purpose to feed the authors ambitions of a greater future from which a gloomy past has held.

DISEASE

I reach for words which no ones found

Just ying here choked and bound

A lose of life, a bitter path to take

Yet it seems better than this eternal break

The air I breathe gets thinner and thinner

Like trying to breathe in an artic winter

My eyes grow swollen with these tears

Its a regret that will last years and years

You came and wnet like a summers breaze

But now im dieing, because your a disease.