I’d like to say I love you more,
For how you opened up the doors,
And let the light and air flow through,
To all those dark and dusty scerling places.

Those people who have touched my soul,
And tickled it, and made it bold,
And made it smile and giggle and,
Released it from the thrall of scerling greyness.

Some of you know who you are,
But some have helped me from afar,
And never known that they have been,
The bane of all those awful, leeching, mind-destroying, hopeless-screaming, deadening, depressing,
Dark and toxic, lonely scerling places.