Long black mane,
flowing in the wind...

Roses will die,
birds won't fly...

That little cabin
my summer home...

People think I'm crazy,
and that I have no one to hold...

You say you care,
You say you love...

I look around and what do i see?
alot of things staring back at me...

My great depression
won the fight...

He sits and stares at his door,
waiting for the monster to come through it...

I can't take it anymore
I can say no more...

You were the first boy I truly loved.
You tried to be my friend...

Tick Tock
The gears are turning...

I read a poem one day
A person, now grown old, recollected his childhood...