you took the trees without even touching me, at least in that way
someone else took the moon, turned the moon so that now it won't even look at me
yet another took my dreams and they are dead
then there are the roses, those liars
now I have no dreams. I have no nights. I have only days.
day after day after day
watching my skin wither
seeing my hair gray
trapped in a prison of hate and loathing and dull emptiness
you have taken everything I ever had and then taken some more
where is that generous child?