• I am not a life support, or a mind control. I just walk on two feet and breathe through cold heeps. My eyes are blind, yet still filled inside, wanting to cry, willing to die. If my wish is to be told, i want a reader to unfold, for i have many storys to tell, but none such other as my Romeo and his dear Juliets loath. Hands hold face covered in fear, not to worry, for i am here, my lips will tremble and let it be known, i am not human, i am a gift to uphold. I neither bring life or death, peace or submit, my heart is ticked but my tricks are bit, the little will rise as the tall shall fall, and in this giving reminder, my blood runs walls. And so brings my ending to this long wintered night, but should i be remembered, i want you all to know, just as love takes first flight, and yet so hearts wilt to break, the meaning of life is not givin at all, it is set, to let the best go to rest. While others will regret what others did not respect. burning_eyes