Its kinda a creepy poem, but I was kinda goin threw some things during
it ^.^

Soft Skin, Sharp Edge
Small razor upon my skin
Little prick of a pin
Short breaths gone so far
Air is gone, gone away
Breathing is ragged, never coming out
Running Faster as I go
Stay away before I cry..

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Mayan, in the year 315 AF.