With eyes like green emeralds
A voice that floats through the wind...

When you're feeling down
and lifes left you blue...

At one time we were perfect
at one time all was right...

I wrote this poem for a school project, Christmas...
There are Christmas feelings in the air...

As I fall into my spot on the parade square
I remember the cadets of the past...

So many thoughts, confussing
So many dreams, unreal...

Broken Life
Broken Mind...

The crimson droplets on the ground
that fell from my slit wrist...

You say that you're crazy
well baby look at me...

Suicide,
a raging hole of fire...