by Marcus Huffman if one must die, it will be me tonight; the very nights that make a grown man shake; i cannot stand these lonely, freezing nights. i cannot see what stands before my sight; the dancing shimmers gleaming off the lake; if one must die it will be me tonight. i do not think i can keep up the fight; it must be done before the daytime breaks; i cannot stand these lonely, freezing nights. i wish i was much higher than the kite; or that i might no longer be awake; if one must die it will be me tonight. i no longer feel like fighting the light; the pain dragging across me like a rake; i cannot stand these lonely, freezing nights. i really hope i’ve made everything right; i wish i could no longer feel the ache. if one must die it will be me tonight; i cannot stand these lonely, freezing nights.
Marcus Huffman is a junior English major from Bridgeport, West Virginia. After two years in the Biology department, Marcus switched to English to focus on a career in legal studies, in which he hopes to become an editor for a legal review once in law school. Not only does he serve as an editor for the WVWC Writing Center, but he also is a part of organizations such as the Tri-Beta Honor Society, College Democrats, Alpha Sigma Phi Fraternity, Student Senate, and others. Marcus hopes to attend law school to obtain a PhD in Law and become a legal professor.
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