Backyard at NoonNo thoughts at all.Mechanical.Secure the rope to the branch.Too many thoughts already.Time for thoughts has passed.Branch of the old oak tree,between tire swing and bird feeder.Squirrels have been at the bird seed again.The birds won\'t have anything come winter.Not that it matters.Nothing matters.There is no meaning.An old apple crate,found it in the garage.It should hold.It needn\'t hold for long.Is this right?Do I care?No. There is no right.Take the step.Hesitate.Feel the coarseness of the rope.Revel in it.It is time.Kick the crate away..Snap! Taut.Vision blurs.Fading.Darkness,blackness.Peace.
Drowning In NothingDrowningIn white noiseInvisible bubble of viscus fluidTranslucentDistemporalLungs filled with silenceIsolationDrowning
Do You Hear the VoicesAlways far, never nearThere is nothing left but fearAnd they will hunt you to the endAnd like a willow branch you'll bendUntil you break, until you severAlways thought you were so cleverBut they've been in your head foreverParanoia brings your end
Lord of the NightBlack roses on blood red bed sheets layIn the shadows he is waiting silentlyBlack panther in the dark of nightHidden, hiding, from the lightHis presence calls me,and I melt into his armsHis shroud of darkness surrounds me,never fearing any harmUntil that night he\'ll finally carry me awayWhen nevermore will I live to see the light of day
That NightI used to wonder every nightWould you come back safe to meAnd you would hold me in your armsAnd say, "Baby, this is who I have to be"Until that night of no returnWhen I felt the bond between us severAs he stole the only thing I truly hadAnd I heard you're last whispered words of foreverBloody heart, bloody hands,in the black of nightBloody mind, bloody tears,and bloody knifeBloody screams,pierced the silence as he diedA sea of red against a backlit skyAll I know of the blade, you tought meBut without your presence at my sideI chased him blindly through the alleysOblivious to all the tears I criedMy only thoughts were for revengeWith no room for any otherBut as I slit his throat I realizedThis man might be beloved of anotherBloody heart, bloody hands,in the black of nightBloody mind, bloody tears,and bloody knifeBloody screams,pierced the silence as he diedA sea of red against a backlit sky