Sun setting in the west brings forth a velvet...
Rising from slumber my eyes opening to greet my...

Slowly regaining consensus my eyes struggle to...
Odor of death, rotting earth, the floor sticky...

I lay here in my self-induced coma that you call...
For my mind is blank, no thoughts to stir...

Being with you the other night, a dream come true,
Such passion being shared by us in so many ways...

One may wonder can passion become addictive,
Thinking of someone 24/7, being lost without them...

Being with you has renewed my senses and spirit,
For so long were suppressed from fear of...

I stand staring at my tombstone thur eire full...
Snowy white seamless beams illuminate this lonely...

Wayne, Wayne, You are such a nice guy
I really, really like you and you want to know...

A cold and clammy hand is leading me down a misty...
Deeper into damp woods smelling of death and love...

Met a woman the other day,
Maybe once in a lifetime you might say...

A soul is in all who traverse this planet be it...
no one knows why it is that we can't understand it...

Touch
an emotion that is taken for granted in everyday...