Chosen One

All ends I bet
Stand on a whim
Not found yet
Lemmie see what then
Pencils write
Paper and dreams
Sleepless night
Fancy screams
Not right
Not left
No light
No regret
Just a missing
Just a longing
Mental dressing
All wrong then
Way expended
Myself undone
The end has fed
Deaths chosen one……………
Fennigan t. Spencer 1.31.12