The night dragged on without event
my pulse raced nonetheless...

Neither is the glass
have empty nor half filled...

The questioned posed, before I doze
What is your favorite color...

It came to me
on one fine day...

As in the scales of justice
darkness lost out to light...

Bind his feet and hands real tight
make sure that hes secure...

Her face contorted to a glare,
an air of hate presided...

Secrets you have hid,
of things that you once did...

Alone I sat on the hard wood pew,
back row and out of notice...

It lives with purpose for us all
though sometimes without cause...

Away he walked into the fog,
the evening chilled my bones...

Come play with me in sand and surf the water is...
Well eat some lunch a grape or two you can have...