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Tuesday, March 05, 2002

Untuned.

Even thought the sun is shining
Dark clouds surround me
Rain pours down upon me.
Keeping me from your warm light
Will this pain ever cease?
WIll I ever find peace?
The shadows haunt my vision
Refsue to let me sleep
Friends tell me I look as white as a sheet.
My passions are all faded
My soul is almost dead
Voices scream at me from the depths of my head.
If only you could help me
Before I kill myself
You could easily nurse me back to health.
How happ we could be
Untill the end of time
Together we'd be and everything would be fine.
But untill that day comes
I don't know what I'll do
I guess my life will have to remain out of tune.

Monday, March 04, 2002

It was a peacful day
Dark as night
A quiet stroll I took
WIth the ghosts surrounding me.
They try to speak
All at the same time
Like an entire baseball stadium
Calling my name.
No cheers of fame, however
But of fear and remorse.
Each wants a messege delivered
To the skins world.
They are all relentless in their pursuit.
But I can't hear them all
Speaking at the same time.
Every day is the same nightmare for me.
Maybe things will change.
Maybe this tall cliff will help.


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