How many bodies doth one count?
More the merry body's kind...
The rain washes away the smell of the blood
And the morbid crowd desperate for a glimpse...
Oh is it really truly you I know your spirits are...
Cant you see
they dont need you...
An old lady sits
on the bed in her room...
The real me is hidden behind a mask,
And no one will see her even if they ask...
(I wrote this about a friend of mine, suffering...
Just like a little porcelain doll...
It's dark
and it's scary...
We laid in this place
Warm & blessed in God's grace...
My mind so restless with these questions
Weary from the energy you drain from me...
My loss of family
A member of me...
I wiped my foggy window, crisp with the cold,
and I looked out to see a butterfly...