Tis' the season of bittersweet
when the taste of the past...

His words hung heavy
In the Ionic August air...

No way to Stop
The gushing flow...

Pitch Black awakening in
my low income housing...

I wait for
Misty Rose...

We spin the Web Intrinsically
Silken Strands of Life...

Restless nights
Weary days...

Sitting there vacant lonely
eyes staring into her soup...

I waited patiently then, while the
monster beat me, bruised me...

Cold crisp October day
we put you in the ground...

The Truth is My
Sword & Shield...