Part 3: Psychic Freakz Poem by J.M Berger

So long without purpose
Feeling nothing short of worthless
Wandered for a while
Tried to find the strength to smile again
Just wanted rest, felt such a mess, oh well
It could be worse, it could be hell
And though sometimes it feels close
He knows she wouldn’t want him to go on like this

He remembers the only kiss they shared
Sits himself down in the middle of nowhere
Reflecting on his life as into the sun he stares
Feels the wind at his back, it raises his hair
This hand he’s been dealt, he knows it is not fair
Well you can only spend so much time in despair

It could be worse, could be hell
All things considered, he’s alive and well
He’ll never forget her
And never regret her
From here on out things could only get better
And he knows what he must do…
After a little planetary sight-seeing
Achieving a higher state of being…

They said the monsters that stole off through the night
Made there home on a rock where there was no light
Year-round darkness, huh? It suits them
And now we’ll find them, hunt them, kill them
Like they killed our dreams, our love