AND SHe CRieD THe HeaRTaCHe
aND SHe LiVeD The NiGHTMaRe

So TaKe YouR TeaRS aND Go aWaY - FuNeRaL FoR a FRieND

ND i CRieD eVeN THouGH i SaiD i DiDNT CaRe

I Want To Go Back To Sleep, Cus That Way, I Was With You. . . .

Tis A Text Message OK

To Be Disturbed By The Beep Of Your Phone, Only Means That SOMEHOW, SOMEWHERE, SOMEBODY Is Thinking Of You, And At This Particular Point In Time, That Person Is Me!

Ashes To Ashes, Dust To Dust
She Fights To Hold Back Her Pain
And As The Funeral Procession Marches On
The Sunshine Turns To A Monotonous Rain...

Out Of My New Poem, "Stabbed (True Story)