Setting sun seen through that window, Night will pass us by, Without those dreary morning sighs That wilt to make us cry. My constant death, My only muse, He goes ahead and drinks that booze. Push and push and don't give up. He'll drown it down all in that cup. Away. Away. Away. Away. He won't find her with that sway. With 'X's and 'O's and terror she cries, She fights inside of her own foreign eyes. He'll never save save her and neither can I. Walking through that midnight dream- I'm sure he comes to hear me scream. Regret and grief will take me whole, To make sure he can see my soul; Intentions just to see me fold. Amikra