Monday morning and you're still wandering around
Tired of compensating for this stupid town...

By Chris Rodriguez
The wife of the soldier lays her bouquet down...

There's burning in this hope
Reaching the end of this rope...

To choose a moral stand
Between yourself and the creeping hand...

Light breaks through a rainy window
And I'm struggling to keep myself asleep...

Here I am
Incomplete...

Breathe in all the things you cannot have,
Offending, descending, everything, to nothing...

We are all animals
Blinded and fully unaware...

(In Heroic Pentameter)
She woke one early December morning...

When I wake up so early
I get the feeling and it's sinking...

Packing up my things I'm ready to go
Piece by piece, and year by year...

The feeling grows stronger, he knows she must be...
A steady pulse of blood, contrive his fear...