The rain washed the blood awayAnd for a time I became human againChildren with dead eyesPlay amongst corpses rotting in the morning sunA father prays ..
The newspaper blew in a twisting fashionStopping only to hug the wallThe words jumped outAssassinatedThe night already blackSuch an important manPeopl..
She needed the loveLike the stars needed the skyThe trees needed the rainThe passion would come laterAlways laterShe bled, like women doSometimes free..
She wore blue tights on the MondayTuesday it was greenBright orange on the WednesdayThursday it was creamI predicted black for the FridayShe wore trou..
Somewhere down the line, her hair was blondNow the black roots showed the aging woman I knew so wellShe still had that dignified hatred etched into he..