Thank you. To no one in particular,
You gave me everything and I’ll always owe you as much,
With as many regrets to match my debt,
I know you’ll never be here to hear nor to collect,
To the trampled left in my wake, i can offer none but two things,
the pleasure that may come with knowing that in my awakening I have brought deep sorrow upon myself,
and,
the sincerity formed by the former revelation
My heart still beats feintly for none in particular and will forever bleed for the ones I’ve come to know as the unfortunate.
As a new moon looms, the haunted howls of my soul pierce the unfamiliar silence in my mind.
Tonight, we mourn the death of my shadow

















