She was born with eyes
of crystal blue medallions...
One night, when the countdown
to sunrise began...
Most poignant:
my frustrated blast...
Your love for me was never questionable...
my expectations were outright unrealistic...
I can't believe...
A year has gone by...
The street looks a little brighter every night,
I wonder if it's really because of me...
Machinery, is that all I am?
The sun had been abducted too soon...
Ah've got somethin' tae say an' it matters a lot,
Ah'm desperate tae tell ye that ah'm a true Scot...
Churches
By Mark Spencer...
The massacre was committed too early this morning,
maybe at 3am...
What inferno is this
that Dante's eyes transfix within my soul...
Old men are more interesting
with their souls painted...