Like a fair little trade
On a bare summer's day...

Desolation, he was
One of those rare bittersweets...

L is for lovers
And their lustful lies...

The sound of your voice pushes me on
I keep going, even though you're gone...

Words can kill no matter what they say
They break the bed on which I lay...

Slashes and circles all look the same
Life and death is now a game...

*This poem was written as a song and is...
Hello, it's nice to meet someone like you...

Instant headaches from the game you played minutes...
Wrapping anything around your neck just to feel...

Why can't we ever face all our pain
Why do we have to give our problems a name...

There are times we wanted to pull that trigger
At the bottom of a loaded gun...

Your black heart decieves with a clever stain
The bloodshot eyes are all that remain...

Bright pictures of better times
Broken mirrors of thought-out crimes...