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Who Died? this thought, comes creeping, into my squiggly mind... are you, really dead to me, or are my eyes, now, covered in dirt 8-7-0..

Wings of Pearl hey there, being of obilvion, come take me farbeyond... or are you somewhat more, with wings of pearl, I'd figure, you wereh..

Summer Breeze soft is the touch of summer breeze, but, sweat is its bringing... why, must it be so welcomed, and, still seem somehow,mis..

Dog Eat Dog birth of Eden, gone to the dogs but, what's left... when we've simply run outta bones 8-5-08

Fight The Power making a fist, then using it unjustly, causing such pain, and all in the name of nothing... it's solely an act of the scor..

The Great Escape who knowsthe name, of a place to escape to, walking out right-away, leaving all sideways, and no one is home to see... th..

Down in a Hole well, I'm funny that way, as I'm trying notto be so caught up with the woes, that have choked many... leaving few breathle..

Draining Me (The World is a Vampire) I wonder, why it is, that you feel as though, you should be sucking wholly upon my mere mortality... ..

Linger Not walking down this manybricked path, going along without a humming song and I notice, that these man-made stones speak... sin..

Youth's for The Young in our youth, we were so unstoppable, but now, it's youth that won't even stop, at all, for any of us... 7-25-08