Heartaches and headaches have taken their toll
The pain has made it to my very soul...

A sincere and true act of contrition
Can bring the soul to a better condition...

While Adam was in a divine deep sleep
The Creator took what He could reap...

I seem to never tire of writing of affection
If I could carry rhyme and reason to perfection...

Walking amongst the afflictionless
souls of society...

The curtain drawn
in front of clouds...

While waiting for fall to breathe
its very last breath...

Trick or treat the goblins sing
On all hollows evening...

We didn't let Him all the way in
Therefore we were living in sin...

I almost fell in love once
You know I almost cried...

Being alone, it can be a blessing, or curse.
An illusion that often chills the very soul...

Watch my friends
you shall see...