So far in this thing called life
I haven't done much of anything...

No matter how long I wait
you'll be moving further away...

It's almost time
for me to get that elusive award...

God is always there
whether we agree with it or not...

My head is clouded
and I can't think straight...

The angel of death has come for me
at least that's what they say...

Friday night,
it started out like any other...

The time that mocks us all
is the time that ticks away...

I have a new obsession
it may seem kinda sick...

Every day my heart yearns
to be loved and to love someone so special...

I have nothing left in me
just blood...

Should I let him read my poems?
I hardly know him but he is my best friend's...