Grey Skies That Belongs to Kim.

When the sun starts to fall,
Kim also falls, but only her tears,
Grief of her loss; very deep,
And no one can see her in the dark.
She couldn’t blame anyone,
She took the hit and hurt her self,
Was that really necessary? ...Maybe.

Maybe she put the blame on the clouds,
For they are always dark and gloomy,
She never said the clouds are bothering,
But Michael always knows, somehow;
Things got in her way, too heavy for her,
So it stayed there and stayed till; unsure.
The longer it stayed, the deeper the wound gets,
But Kim is obviously, ignorant and stubborn.

Fuck what Kerri thinks; she’s not your mother,
For what’s it worth, she’ll do anything to change it,
Such concentrated dark values Kim owns; very profound.
Conversations of coldness and emotionless,
She bares it all in her self;
Waiting for someone to take it away; but for how long?
It’s never too late to turn back.

An hour ago, my house blacked out,
It was dark; I had only one candle,
One bowl of rice with veggie,
A pot of weed,
And a "Chapter 13" page from Kim.
Filled with materials of HER; the dark witch,
She is who you hate; she is all you have,
I smoked,
Gain hunger,
Saw flying penguins,
And heard beautiful noises,
You weren’t there; you wouldn’t know,
I read Chapter 13; it was; very moving.

Dear Kim,

I kept your Chapter 13 with me all the time,
Cried almost every night; having a war in myself,
Trying to decide who the next queen is; I can’t.
Such an epic saga; with beautiful deaths,
You’ll surely enjoy every bit of it,
Excluding the happy ending; you hate happy endings,
I don’t know why.

A terrible thought I had just now...how was it? How do you cope with life?