They say I'm much too thin
She asks me if I'm bust Saturday...

Inside and outside my secrets are kept
Through me memories are stirred...

There's burning in this hope
Reaching the end of this rope...

The feeling grows stronger, he knows she must be...
A steady pulse of blood, contrive his fear...

This poem is not based on my life or my feelings...
Walking around with a loaded gun aimed right at my...

We are a community of neutrals
Nothing lost nothing gained...

Bullets fall like rain in the streets
Blood flows like water under your feet...

Like a painful sugar rush
It travels down your spine...

With my back to the floor
I've lived my short years...

In my eyes
Come and see...

In these eyes
Faded black...

This tide is slowly rising up
Taking me back down...