Deception, confusion, a lasting contusion
Not to mention the abraded heart...

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

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

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

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

Listen to the wind.
It tells a secret...

There she was,
Before my eyes...

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

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

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

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

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