An old man covered in the graffiti of age,
Stares intently at a photo album; page by page...

It's a freezing cold night
Where I shake and I shiver...

The ground was solid beneath his feet,
Yet he just wished he could fall beneath...

Under everything,
rocks, soil, worms and dead wasps...

Smiles of elegance, sparkles in the eyes,
All sharing a burden: they're a family of lies...

You shine your designer watch out bright:
An act of pride, yet such an ugly sight...

Sitting in the park on that beautiful day,
Spending time patiently talking away...

I always thought that my heart could take
Any single thing that was sent its way...

He looked me in the eyes with so much venom
I swear part of the devil had shadowed his mind...

Let Me Love You
I walk up to you...

I'll never forget that moment, forever it will...
19 August, 1995: young and cheerful, you entered...

I've never really wished before;
Never thought it would come true...