Photograph upon my bench tell me, is it true?
The words I read in your last message are unequal...

Ha ha this is a really strange poem me and my...
there's a bear...

In the depths of Hell's deep caves
The Devil laid to make a plan...

Rain pouring down onto your face
Past your nose to your lips, the raindrops trace...

Lightening flash
trees they crash...

Every day's a new day
a smile i bear...

In the mist of the night
down the road i go...

The opal sits there and falls to the ground
it breaks open harshly but makes not a sound...

The land is dark
no light around...

Slit my wrists with anger
sorrow sadness fear...

Love is like magic
so hard to find...

Torn in two broken apart
i need to go from the start...