I can feel it closing in...
The darkness, the emptiness, the utter...

Memories of you
so sweet and so kind...

I cry myself to sleep at night listening to the...
He asks me why...

The heart held a strong love
A deep love. An obsession...

Roses are red and your hair is red, too
So, for this poem to work, I need something blue...

He'll wake up in the morning to discover that...
She gave him plenty warning, it's been a long time...

Your voice is like a whisper in a dream
The silence in the echo of a scream...