When the hard days are over,
And the world moves kind of slow...

I sometimes wish we had injections called...
It would boost your confidence every month......Or...

Talks with a tongue of steal.
Cries acid from my eyes...

Stones of black and white,
slither slowly through the dead of night...

I watch you,
as you stare at him...

It's been ages since I wrote a poem,
Or dared to speak it's name...

She stands alone, Facing the crowd that judges...

I'm the creaking in the floorboards,
The monster under your bed...

When the guns shoot,
As we march in our polished boot's...

I don't like the plaque you hung on the gate,
it makes the house look rough...

An Angel passed by me today,
She was so bright that I could hardly see...

Like four leave clovers,
Friends are hard to find...