How often do you see it,
a straight line in someones life...

Such a beautiful soul...
Trapped inside a world that isn't hers...

Listen to me now,
for I am being true...

**My brother wrote this poem**
I hate you now, so very much...

"The man stalks silently,
on through the gloom...

*Written about a tarot card called Death, card...
A slithered moon...

I saw a butterfly today,
it was lying dead on the grass...

I am a udelle,
my faith in you, exotic and roberta...

This poem is dedicated to my new friend...
There's a secret world beyond your pale eyes...

To dream, is to fall into the walls of my mind.
My dreams are just poorly framed pictures in need...

Sitting in this room,
with nothing but stained walls...

Lying on my bed...
Wishing I was dead...