You can lie to me,
I actually look forward to your lies...

Every night, I see your bedroom light on,
and I wonder; is anything wrong...

A lot, I have written for you,
but these lines would be the last few...

Finally the fire's lit, I can sleep tonight,
I need some rest,I need to get away before...

In this poem there's no frill,
sorry if it doesn't give you any chill...

Everyday I drink a bit of poison,
call me crazy but I have a reason...

It was never for the attention,
or the love I got...

She Was Deaf
I thought she was deaf...

An Enigma
Black,like the darkest night...

It was a nice little slum,
before they came along...

You say this life is yours,
that you are its master and slave...

You know I like you,
I know you know...