She comes to me
and acts happy...

You always had a way with words
In letters back and forth we would send...

To Watch You Leaving . . .
is to know such pain, it's jagged edges tearing...

I'm so tangled in thought,
I try to scrawl them down on paper...

The sky was so dark
with those shining stars...

There are so many words I can not say
when I look into your eyes...

A wise man once shared his knowledge with me,
And what he shared was this...

Life is like a sickness,
Infecting all that is alive...

Traces of yesterday,
Echoes of years...

Noone knows da real me...
I barely know da real me...

I’ve lost my wings, my little black wings
They match my little black heart see...

As the blood drips down
Fingertips on your photograph...