slowly the notifications ease to none Inbox (1) midnight advances lovers drift from romances I still stand- though the web I spun spanned -alone, watching drifters drift home no one left to speak isolated feels the freak I'm still awake my leg begins to shake I wait I know it's late but I still post ask the server host is anybody out there breathing internet air who else sees night and is alive Friends Online (5) I become the owl responding to the wolf howl our communication afoul "Hoo?"
what will I be worth when I am no longer 19 my young naive appeal to the forty-year-old's with cash in hand they'll go somewhere else who will want me When I am no longer 19 20 21 I'll be too old for these lackluster fillers of my time I think it seems death may come sooner than originally thought