You fuck with me and now my souls on empty. Withering to the nothings she’s been and always will be. To the skin, to the bones, to the frail and brittle tones, can you hear me. My voice wretched screaming to be seen and still… Nothing…no hope, no ease, no break, no appease. But, instead a tease.. Of life in the breeze as the soft summer wind begins to ceize and I breathe its every essence into my lungs. Release… Me. Oh how I wish I could be free as the angel that now sits on the clouds forever in her peace.