14th

Generating characters into each line of thought
does this mind compute a million combinations
of singular events concocted from pure displeasure
of this newfound situation as of late -
Oh, how the wicked woes thrown upon my weary brow
force me to cow behind a tainted shield of trust and love
which once was sent right from above -

Oh the thoughts within my head
keep alert the very thoughts
that should be somewhere else instead

And as I say this very words
do I find pain and I find grief
within the memories still heard -

These very memories haunt - consume
this very fleshy heart that always beats
until it's resting in a tomb...