You're forcing me to give up on you.
& you've won.

I'm more amiably pleasant, congenial.
I put you on a gamble,
& told myself,
I cannot lose.
But apparently,
I acquired no merit.

My makeshift,
my initiative.
My fault,
my downfall.

Yes, everyone can laugh,
I won't blame them.
I must be a clown,
for being like this.



I think,
I won't shut down.
At least, not yet,
I have still my sustenance.








Annie are you ok?
Will you tell us that you're ok?
There's a sign in the window
That he struck you, a crescendo Annie
He came into your apartment
Left the bloodstains on the carpet
Then you ran into the bedroom
You were struck down
It was your doom Annie