• I sit on a dark street corner
    Thinking of how different
    My life would be without so much pain.
    Despair took me when I thought
    It had changed for the worse.
    A cold wind whistled like demons
    Breathing on my neck.
    I looked up and felt ice cold raindrops
    Falling down on me like drops of blood,
    The results of an intimate suicide.
    I felt darkness take me once again
    As I fell into the demons' hand.
    Suddenly, a blast of white light
    Surrounded me as I felt a warm hand
    Brush the misery away
    Soft lips kissing the tears of sorrow away
    Like leaves blowing across the warm gound.
    My flesh and body, no longer cold,
    I stood up and walked into happiness
    For the first time.