I love the way you hold me
but never without permission...

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

I don't know what you are.
Maybe you've made me crazy...

I'm getting sick of the words we share
Ghosts of my feelings...

Tick Tock
The gears are turning...

It's true
Everytime you walk away...

I dont know
how this happened...

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

Death is a beautiful thing
a joyous occasion...

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

That little cabin
my summer home...

He's my love,
he's my life...