Routinely lark, though this day depth therein,
bemused as why the warbling fluter turned...
On a sunny day, with skies of Blue.
She straightens her hair and fastens her shoes...
I wonder what I did in my previous life
Maybe I was really successful...
I died once
It felt nice...
Why can't I feel anything?
I'm in front of a corpse...
After hearing my father's death news
At the time, I lost my spiritual fuse...
I was half way it seems
Between your world and hell...
If I could I'd steal your final breath
Watch you just lay there and die...
On a Monday morning September 17th, 2007 my life...
I awake from my sleep to
see angels standing at the window...
If only I could have saved her.
If only I could have known her name...
Why should we give a damn about each day
There already numbered anyway...