Although this poem probably just seems like...
Swallowed in the sound of my screams...
I hear many voices
They tell me what to do...
From Mabeline 2 Cover Girl This Girl Just Had It...
I Can Tell From Her Diary And The Pictures On Her...
Bleeding blood,
Crying tears...
Today
Do you want to know...
This poem is dedicated to a good friend of mine...
Through mist my eyes I see the world go by, I sit...
We were laying there
It was late on Friday night...
each night that comes I wait in vain
for you to come back once again...
Expressions rage cross my face
while fingers tap away on counter tops...
I remember that day
when you bought your...
Disappearance is never quite as simple as
a one line poem...
What you know of me
is a layer of paint on a canvas...