Dear John,
What is your problem, what is your deal...

A surrounding feeling of what lies beneath
A tingle feeling in my chest continues to seep...

I dont want to hear my mom crying in the shower
I dont want to hear the phone ringing every hour...

Allured by the black, blurred by the red
unforgiving of life, and wanting of death...

Rose from your Coffin
Confronted me face to face...

I call you Delilah, and you call me son
Im crying, so you say were going to have some fun...

August 14th, I was born.
My Great Grandmother, and both of my grandfathers...

Nightmares become dreams
Tears are droplets of happiness...

Loneliness swallows the words surrounding me
The only one to listen to me is not nearly easy to...

Dear John,
I met you in the forth grade...

A Screaming Child
Liquid sluing out of me...

I try to alleviate myself
Because Im alone, and have no one else...