Ask yourself
Death and life
in one grand scheme
Man, I wish
I had some ice cream.
To wash away
My pain and sorrow
Maybe let me live
To see another tomorrow.
We live on this world
To work and procreate
We die on this world
But people still hate.
Due to sex race
or sexual preference.
What's the point?
No one can give me reference.
So I continue to wonder
why we live and why we die.
As my brain continues to churn
A tear forms in my eye.

Company
A gust of wind
Blows through my head
Pushing thoughts, ideas, emotions
I lie, unsleeping, in bed.

A pulsating beat
stomps around my head.
Each pound louder than the last
I lie, wishing I was dead.

A single thought
Get stuck in my head.
Novel, new, burning bright
Through more thinking is this thought fed.

The thought grows
Getting larger in my head.
Wind can't push it, beats can't drown it.
I feel nothing but dread.

I am no longer alone.