• Alaska 3/29/11

    No sense of the jocund within me
    No happiness dwells in the depths
    Crevices unmarked by whited
    Lights...proof happiness has left.
    Being the human Alaska
    With thirty days of night
    Drowning memories that may live
    Reverbrating...any type of light.
    We've brought this upon me; mostly you.
    Your lies continuous and so my darkness holds true.