A piece I wrote a while back. Like, years ago. But it's upload worthy, I think. I wish I could still write like this. Dedicated to cleaning out your My Documents folder.
A twisted dream of the beginning
I wonder if you'll ever see yourself the way I do
Concrete in its incredulity, translucent in its time
Unreachable, a vision of what I can't have
Should I take it?
I'll leave you to die