I know you're in a better place,
But I wish that I could see your face
I know you are where you need to be
Even though it's not here with me.
-M.C

My art is my death and i'm about to create a masterpiece.

Can you hear me when I talk to you?
Do the words I say ever make it through?
Can you hear me when I talk to you?
Cause I'd give anything
If I just knew..
((A.G))

Do we americans love america or are we just here for glory why all this pain why all the fighting and kill well the answer is no we don't appreciate what we got.

Her stomach churns in painful knots,
While still holding on to her chest.
Deciding she must tell somebody something,
With her last dying breath.

From my latest poem, "An Angel's Calling"..

I promise I will never forget you.
I swear I'll live for you.
Ashes to ashes
Dusts to dust.

This body only reminds me of my own temporary individuality.

I am dead,
please dont try to save me now,
you had your chance,
you gave it up.

That one chance
was my one reason
to stay alive,
now it's gone,
and I am dead

When I die, dont cry because I am dead, cry because I changed your life

*nOt Mine*

Im the one that has to die when its MY time to die.
So WHY should I let ANYONE else tell me how to live?
....shitt!