my hands are cold in the mornings livid darkness it is early, the day is young i can feel it a darkness, welling up inside me it is unbearable, i must release it. you can sense the darkness, these feelings and in a strange way you seem omnipotent. floating before my eyes suspended in air this silent sadness lingers, your eyes tinged in sorrow. in these last moments before my vision blurs, blacks, turns blank they are the best of my short life. i know you will be there when i wake from this temporary unconsciousness from this dream.