The Ghosts of my past.

January 19th, 2009-Stone

I want to explain how it felt;

His body was like stone.

His icy touch was enough,

To make us completely alone.

How helpless did I feel,

So few tears did I cry.

I looked up and began to wail,

“Why did he have to die?!”

I want to find a way out,

Of this god-forsaken world.

I piked up the small bottle.

And around it, my fingers curled.