(June 2004)
Broken, torn...

I'm already gone.
Gone for good...

In the sunshine
I fake a smile...

So you came back,
And you stayed for a while...

How can it be?
My writing is a blessing and a curse...

This room,
These walls...

Shove your knife
deep inside my heart...

I watch her grow
Every second of everyday...

Come and go
In and out...

When I close my eyes, it is you that I see, your...

How many damn poems can I write
Until you are out of my head...

You are
cocaine...