The wind and the rain attack me again,
It makes me wonder if I'm really that deep in sin...

Hop on, little rabbit, there's food for thee,
But within the garden, death is guaranteed...

Lying flat on my back,
Nothing here but a haze...

There is a side of you I appreciate,
It is a devilish persona you create...

Think not harsh thoughts,
And a gnashing of the teeth...

Will you always love me,
No matter what my appearance...

I don't want you,
You, damn incompatible blood type...

Icy fingers struggle for the handle,
Brittle are the bones, crumbling are the vandal...

I have played this game since I was fifteen,
Hating my fat, and not wanting to be seen...

Dear mom:
I can not take it anymore...

This house is too quiet,
And everything seems so still...

Winter gloom sets in like arthritis in my bones,
Will it ever release me...