I know I keep putting this ink of mine away,
but each new disaster keeps me coming back for...

Winter is here again,
bringing a touch of frost...

It's been a while since my poetry
visited these dark chambers of my imprisoned...

I need to know if she is alive
i need to know her face again...

What does it take for them to listen?
I'm willing to end it all...

I cant believe how scared he makes me
its just so obvious for anyone to see...

I understand your hurting
a piece of your heart is leaving...

She was an angel from above
she was sent for someone to love...

My eyes could not believe the sight
the image haunts my sleep at night...

She sits there quietly
almost immortal...

What is the world coming to?
what has to happen to make them stop...

What is the world coming to?
I'm still alive after last night...