I layed awake wanting to protray what had yet Too sate
what encased within my cage in January
While who I felt for was no longer in my
Vase in February
To let norishment accumulate in March
Feeling like the first fool of April
For the flowers to bloom in may
Whilst i realize I didn\'t have the happiness
Too play a tune in June
While My color\'s implode to light a scenery
Only viewed in a fourth of the sky in July
While I traverse a landscape I have yet to
Explorate as if I\'m Augustus feeling more fierce than lions in August feeling down from
septicemia while sluggish from anemia
And tapped out and burned down and yet too awake in September
Wondering if my Novalis is still alit
Burning it\'s spark with bright ember\'s
In November while I put up with all the
Decorative lights too bring out the jolly
While seated next too erratic cinder\'s in December