Oh, god, I am still alive
think of the people I killed...
You are now lost to me!
And yet I am back to the grind...
Dearest Sarah,
I am far away from you...
In that place -
on an unfolded futon...
"You want to go boarding?
I've got skis you can borrow."...
This last poem I wrote about Emma was 2 years...
I had such...
I miss
holding your hand...
It left too soon.
Spring comes closer...
The Icon, Sir Terrance fades to pips...
his fans send their man a final kiss...
There will come a time
within my catacomb nightmares...
At two, I stay awake for you.
At five, my dreams tug at my blanket...
- just thoughts.
It wasn't watching you deteriorate...