Life is amazing. Me and you just hanging.
Not a care for anything in the world, besides this moment unchanging.
Listening to the sonnet of syllables strung perfectly into your voice.
I wouldn't ever leave your side, even if I had no choice.

Sweetly we reminisce about the days when we were young.
So delicately the thoughts are tied, and seem to be from the same tongue.
Connected within ourselves, likeness uncanny.
Just the good days in Aurora, chilling, you and Danny.

Then the mood changes when the topic becomes grim.
I learn some punk ass little shit changed your life forever again.
Now I feel primortal, and rage engulfs my entirity.
Yet the persona seems not to differ, seeming to continue smiling deep.

Yet inside thoughts of murder, torture, and violence take over.
Wish to kill the faceless evil that wronged you, slowly grate him with a mower.
Nobody better ever disrespect the one thing that means most to me.
How could anyone commit such an atrocity?

Then as suddenly as the dusk overwhelmed me, I'm back.
Calmness is once again attainable, no more am I ready for the attack.

Yet in me, the pool of hate deepens, adding more pain and strife.
Hopefully it will never overflow, causing me to consider the knife.
I love sharing life with the most wonderful girl, whom I hope to be my wife.
Until then, we bond passively, and enjoy another beautiful loaded pipe.

Danny Wharton

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