I don't know whether to be astonished or ashamed,
By all these people dying in the rain...

Original is what you are,
Different from the rest...

When I think about all you've done,
I have so much hate, so much anger...

I hate funerals,
The sound of the mourners march...

** For A Contest **
** We were told to write and spill out emotions...

Walking through this town I see many people,
Different shapes and sizes...

I've lost my love to a stronger force than I.
No longer will I hear your voice...

** Trying to fight off writers block still and...
He drinks and he drives...

As we ride in your car,
The music playing soft songs...

With the music blaring
As I'm clutching my bear...

I can hear it coming.
Its coming to get me...

** I can't sleep, and all that seems to be on TV...