Blah I never write poetry. This just kinda came out in a few minutes. It's not very good but I thought I'd share it anyway... :blink: I try to see the pretty side Of me, and you, and all the world. But even when I learned to fly I fell as though I'd died. I prayed to God who hid in shame. He felt to blame for what he made. He turned away the very day The first man felt the darkness. The creeping menace is drifting in. No prayers will save me now. No comfort here to take away The anguish on my brow. I want to see the pretty side But everything is dull. I'll sit and wait impatiently Until I see death's guide.