Little child who cry\'s at night
holding on your pillow tight...

Dizzy, the world runs around me,
"infections" aren't what they were...

To fully understand this poem you must know the...
her name is Mirina, his is Jedd...

I can see her,
the pain she's going thru...

The words, they fail to find me,
thou out in teh open i stand...

I cant begin to describe this feeling
this longing to be with you...

Shattered being,
bending down...

My heart remembers you,
even thou i know you now...

There is a way that water flows,
that shows me what to do...

My tears fall
and hit the razor-blade...

Trapped inside a world of suffering
nothing blocking all this pain...

Chilling, yet begging eyes.
Silent, yet desperate cries...