Sitting in the rain
Cold and uncollected...

A face of compassion
A Christ I never knew...

I think this is the last
That my heart can take...

No longer do I cut
To ease impulsive pain...

Kill me now
And bleed my body...

Talking to the memories
Getting through the present on the past...

I flash a ray of uncollected thought
Blazing through the cold unsheltered opaque of...

A snow painted park
White branches against a fading gray sky...

Hey there
I just hung out with this guy today...

She sits before the ersatz beach
Thinking about dinner...

It was already a secret I could not say
Now I’ve added torment to the undisclosed...

Your face is emotionless
I miss you more than I can say...