Too tired to think straight
Too tired to be effective...

!The night is dark and full of terrors!
Yet it can never hold...

I know you are there.!
I have not eyes to see you and I have not ears to...

We shall never meet again!
Though my heart doth protest and my brain does...

It is not a sword to swoop or swing,
It is not a verse to to speak or sing...

So standing here feeling lost, once again I fade...
Everyone around me vanishes and I silently slip...

I feel somewhere I lost my passion,
That something inside was gone...

I have died so many times inside,
And yet I still keep on breathing...

Without one single thought of self,
And for others I would not care...

She battled through the forest all day,
She needed somewhere to rest her eyes...

Kevin is a splendid chap you know
I've watched him my whole life...

Humility is for the weak!
To hide behind a cross for the pious...