Tears were falling from my eyes,
Like rain departing the skies...

Around and around my head spins
My eyes sealed shut...

I doubt you will ever read this,
My silly little poem for you...

I have no idea what this was about, I simply began...
So simple, the con of the mighty beast...

(This is not about me, it is about a shadow...
I am here...

My head is whirling
Thoughts flashing back and forth...

She was once his little girl
Not knowing all he did...

"My time has come,"
the Sparrow said...

I have a thing for breaking hearts, I guess it's...
Silly boy, be careful, the next--it could be you...

Walking down the city street
covered in jumbled words...

People take me for granted
They expect so little, and yet so much out of me...

This is symbolic about life...
See if you can catch it...