What to do,
What to do.

It seems an easy answer,
But, in truth,
a war, a Panzer.

It's swirling in my brain,
Beginning to drive me insane,

I know I must be gone,
Gone for atleast 28 or more suns...
It's a hard thing to do, but must be done.

I'll wait for you, my love.
Wait till the day comes, I can hold your hand.

You don't know, but I worry alot...

I won't enjoy it down there,
Homelessness, and slight dispair.

Oh well, It's only temporary,
Even though its kinda scary.

I'll be home soon,
I'll be home soon.

I promise you.


A moment of though,

Brought to you by


~Nero-Sama~