Jesus stands knocking at the door
Waiting for an answer...

Given the chance to take you back
From the man who stripped you away...

Death defies me again and again
Yet it seeks to kill other men...

My dearest child,
You never got to play ball...

I crossed a line when I fell in love with you
It became a brick wall afterward...

Sleep calls from across the room,
The candle convulses before her breath...

Empty feelings
Dreaded thoughts...

It's hard to believe how much of my life
I've spent praying and wishing for death...

I have somehow loved her,
Since before we even met...

I've probably written a thousand poems
To the various girls that I have met...

I wake up every morning just to realize
I wanna cut my throat and rip out my eyes...

As he walked down the hall,
He searched for something...