I simply sit and gaze,
At the parchment in front of me...

I sit in charity dirt, my eyes casted away,
I weep in my own sorrows faultless display...

To My Best Friend,
I know I have never told you...

Its been a long night,
Without you by my side...

I know I must not say this every day,
But I love you in every possible way...

She sits, knife in hand,
her skin is pale, dry like sand...

It burns me each day,
When you refuse me in every way...

Imagine,
The war...

Write me your music,
whipped with dull cords...