I smile and excuse myself
then make my way alone...

One of all my pain
one for the tears...

They say your eyes are the window to the soul
wrong...

The pain and tears
overwhelming...

I think of no one else
for there is only you...

They feast upon each other blood, never thinking...
the band continues to play its ever mournful song...

Blood is the essence of life, without it all...
so i feed upon it...

***i don't think this one is all that good, but...
childish...in my eyes...

***there is a novel I'm writing that goes along...
As the moon kisses my skin...

He knocks softly
in the back of my mind...

I see myself in the bathroom
holding tightly on to a knife...

A forgotten red bear
lays tossed aside...