QUOTE : I don’t exist<br />metal pressed to pages<br />spilling blood, ink<br />in vein each thought rages<br /><br />Sunlight shooting<br />through a forest of pines<br />black top winding<br />and yellow dotted lines<br /><br />I am not here<br />only a deep aching,<br />a lightning flash<br />and a tree trunk breaking<br /><br />Sheets once alive <br />covered in a deep red<br />mark the present<br />but I am not yet dead<br /><br />Nothing is here<br />only the rain and mist<br />fresh air and soil<br />I do not need to exist.