Nay be there pots of gold,
but colourless depravities...
Seems like a long year
since yesterday...
You pluck what you want from me like the petals of...
Yet I do nothing to fight back, wishing to give...
I was sitting on the couch last
night flipping through...
How many times
do I have to go through this...
A silent figure,rowed in the dark,
It had no lust for the silver moon...
Its too late to let it go
too late to apologize for your sins...
Here we stand, upon jet black sands:
the waves keep time with the fragile throbs...
Now,one evening,two months after
Am still dead beat and without laughter...
Cruelty
Backs turned...
I close my eyes and think
As i lay flat on my bed...
Feelings rise Inside im dying
I feel so lonely that I cant stop crying...