With the push of a button
and the count of a score...

You called me last night
and you shamefully cried...

(This poem was originally written as a song)
Stuck here in the deepest night...

Put a little pressure on my bones
hit me with stones...

Blood stained flags
the stars and stripes never looked so somber...

Don't you miss the days
When it was only you and me...

"Sometimes
I want to go back to...

I held my hand
to the wound...

*written as a song*
Here I lay...

As I sink deeper I wonder
How has your love managed to pull me under...

Part of me is guilty......
Love cannot tell the future...

Was I not CARING enough?
Were these Hours spent thinking of you not LONG...