As of now I'll protect you.
As of now your safe with me.
As of now I'll comfort you.
As of now I'll always be there.
As of now I can help you.
As of now you'll always inspire me.
As of now you'll never give up.
As of now you'll follow your dreams.
As of now I'll always be your man.

I didn't know it would take so long to bleach,
but the follicles crumple away like debris.
Adding color to your miserable eternity,
the gel making yourself strong.

A shivering sensation, a cold breeze near,
the pricks of hairs arising from the pores.
Stiffened, tickled by your clothing,
your veins starting to appear.
body numb,
chills rushing through.

It's a cold, dark day in this box that i call home,
nothing beats a hard cardboard floor.
It's rare to see generosity in this world,
because the only people that walk these streets-
are greedy, cruel men and woman.
They never want to help others,
just mind their business.
Like we're the trash that never get picked up,
and put into where we're supposed to be.
A place where we can live with society,
and not lurk through the shadows.
With Insecurity and loss of hope,
that we will never get our home back.

My heart forever pumping-
the love sac that is draining empty.
The loss of care dissolving,
breaking pieces of my head.

Eating up emotion-
and melting them down.
Fading deeper and deeper as it spun,
into my heart's abyss.

As the winter's breeze flows through your hair,
you encounter an animal,a baby hare.
You rush towards,lifting the log off its limb,
as the sun goes down,dark and dim.

You finally get the log off the hare,
going to pick it up but it your food,so you share.
Going back to your car,you grab some cot.,
as you pick up the bandages,the hunter shoots,Headshot.

Running as quick as you can,you were to late,
you look and see the hare dying a terrible fate.
You see a man in the front,gazing,angrily,
you run towards him,pushing him down furiously.

"Why would you do that to a poor baby hare!" you say,
he says,"It's rabbit hunting today."
Without hesitation,you punch him & run off to your car,
"He was just a baby! I was helping him!" you say before running far.

You start the car, driving off as the hunter gets up with his gun,
he says,"Its hunting season,Its fun!".

A luscious bird flies up to the tree,
that i wish i could be.
Chirping its mating call,
as our street is ironically Cardinal.

It starts to peck at some of the seeds,
once the squirrel destroys its needs.
The cardinal flaps its wings,
as the squirrel swings.

I liked these birds because of the red,
but its too late, i have to go to bed.
Maybe the next morning ill see them again,
at this wonderful night at Cardinal Lane.

When the home deteriorated,
looking with darkness inside,
with the remains of the family,outdated,
where secrets couldn't hide,
starting to scavenge for a certain supply,
for someone in need,about to die.

Crawling back out with pills and meds,
the dead have already risen,
with every last blow,slicing their heads,
stains of crimson,
now they were dealt with,I was heading home,
the path that i made with the paint, gone.

I hope my wife is still alive to find some zombies around,
a tear in my eye dropped to the cold cement,
slicing through to find shes been found,
all cut open, hoping it was a dream that i dreamt,
i couldn't live through this moment,so i grabbed my sword,
stabbing myself through the heart, without speaking a word.

Today I go over games to discover,
from back into the 19th century,
games that were unknown to uncover,
where today people keep for treasury.

In 1947 was the first console,
Cathode Ray Tube Amusement Device,
missile simulator game as their goal,
generated $1billion of revenue in price.

Now going forward into 1950,
where the first computer games remain,
the computer's screen, very shifty,
games like Nim,Chess, and Bertie the Brain.

Into the 60s,where DEC-PDP-1 was created,
MIT students created Spacewar!,
used as a smoke test, wiki stated,
until 4 years there were more.

As we dive into the 70s,more to discover not for long,
more computer game overflow this history,
three more;Galaxy Game,Computer Space,and Pong,
as that is it for this decade, maybe secret games with mystery.

As the programs progress we get NES,SNES,N64, and so on,
what would you savor, the past or the present?,
these decades have past long gone,
when they were and still are pleasant.

As time passes by,tick tock,
continues the clock.
Left in a room tired and bored,
while the teacher writes on the board.

You gaze outside,looking at trees,
blowing by the wind in the breeze.
Your eyes start to close,
having a small doze.

The teacher then smacks your desk,
your vision blurs and seeing something grotesque.
Are you dreaming? you ask yourself,
as the books deteriorate on the shelf.

The teacher then bops you on the head,
quickly getting vision back with dread.
"Whats 7x4?" she asked,
as the lightning flashed.

You shoot up, straight,
the teacher saying,"Detention, its twenty-eight.",
You wish you hadn't dozed,
thats where the story is closed.

I love you with all of my heart,
Nothing can ever keep us and the family apart.
You care and comfort us when we need it,
Your so creative with an idea, a bulb lit.

Alway so helpful for those in need,
Your a great influence to lead.
You help people with their cleaning,
A definition of awesome meaning.

We both love to laugh and have fun,
Which we would have a ton.
You had so many fun times with me,
Which is sweet to remember and see.

You are a perfect example of a mom,
Always getting us to stay calm.
When I'm sad, you'd make me smile,
And cooking great food in your style.

I hope in the future, you'll always be proud,
And to remember each other aloud.
Your helpful for those who are around you,
And I know you will always love me, too.

We always love to dance and speaking British,
We can do fun craft projects to finish.
Your crafting I admire that is so beautiful,
It is so clearly very remarkable.

I'm sure you will be able to teach me to cook,
Cause the food you make is always good to look.
I hope I can do a lot of stuff with you over summer,
Cause if you have to work, that would be bummer.

As the sunset rises,shining on the flower,
to grow it has very little growing power.
No water was near,not for the rose,
sitting in the backyard,needing the hose.

A little life form comes,carrying a bucket,
poring on all the plants,even on dead leaves a bit.
Another life form calls out,"Dinner Time!"
the little life form says,Hold On" it said with a chime.

It goes back inside,time for the bees to pollenate,
the flowers had a long wait.
Drinking the nectar from the others,carrying pollen,
the leaves in the trees have fallen.

Its morning now,with the sun shining bright,
with the flower absorbing the light.
As the flower lives on, growing mature,
until it has become old,crumbling to the floor.