OK so here is part of(wht i call) a poem tht i started to write when i was a few yrs younger.Its not much and its not finished but i wrote it and thts all tht matters right now.       Untitled As i'm sitting here on my bed, Fearing the UNDEAD and Thinking of the dread, That lies beyond those doors. I reliaze that I am all alone, Out on my own,  With nobody there to hear me groan. My heart now feels as if its empty and cold, And now I still wish tht i would not grow old...........................  OK so thts all i have for it. yea and i know it sucks!!!!!!!