There is someone my age, your age,
who has pushed forward the date...
Widow Woman!
Dawn of sorrow's realisation...
I want to go,
Just let me die...
We were in the Devil's Backbone Tavern
just outside Fischer, Texas, drinking...
I write this poem to describe the emotional pain...
Eternal bliss
Nurtures my dreams with the moon's glow...
I write these words,
As my last breath...
Theres a certain beauty to death
Yes, there's a certain beauty to dying...
Wars are sad,
Blood and sorrow everywhere...
Your gonna miss me when am gone
your gonna miss my smile...
She sits in a room full of people
and yet she feels alone...
My dark world
where i see not with my eyes...