I was ranting when I wrote this...My finacee and I...

We are surely,
Meant to be...

Stash the money and the drugs,
I'm a pimp and I'm the winner...

A plastic heart you may find,
With a clock that can unwind...

Eternity is his final destination
Promenading to a song sung within his head...

I close my eyes against the pain beating in my...
Everything blends together like one great blur...

Take a sip from this disease,
Any glass you may eat...

Beneath the broken, battered sky,
Where the dazzling stars die...

Take lessons from winter, and take out that...
Hold your head high and with might...

Grasping in tales of forgotten woes,
Memories stand, they tire...

Lock your hearts and man the hand grenades,
Forget love, put your heart to these raids...

My own waterfalls,
Like the wind ever-flowing...