Five Year Winter

Dear Tiffany,

You've mad me nauseous for the last time

Everything I've said to you... I will form a spike (to drive through my

Throat) In order to stop my words

This time I'll put them in the ground along with my memories and my feelings

I'll burn it down and walk away

Let the fire warm my back

I wish you would say you hate me

It would make it so much easier

Burn it down and walk away... Love Daniel