As seen across the moonlit sands
Widows dead by their own hands...

Hahaha
My dear sweet child...

A cold and wintry day to be,
I drift to sleep again...

...Hello?
Please my dear child speak to me...

A mind in pieces
In shattered ruins...

Safety Pins can't hold it now
But it sure can numb the pain...

Last Chance to make me believe
All of which you have conceived...

John was well respected indeed
But suddenly he had to pee...

I've said too much think I in mind
And yet my mouth prevails...

Sir, have you ever seen me here,
As passing through the streets...

I stare straight ahead
At the Ghost...

Icy words congeal
Over my eyes...