baby stained my blackened heart a bloody red   inspired by my failing sense of humor   the river rose to see it's flow from source instead    of standing still, don't wait until it's   gone to wish that it was back    to being what it was    the mess of language picked up in an afternoon   sounds better in a language i have yet to learn   the months keep dragging on but swear they'll get here soon   without a care, and i'm prepared but    i already lost my nerve    on such a stupid bet