As the darkness closes in I become entranced by the shadowy figures moving about me. Watching and waiting.. Wanting to drift away with them, I fall victim to my own painfull sleep. Dreams distress me and life upsets me. Must I go on? Who knows. I await the day death visits me one final time.

It would seem you stop time when I stare into yours. The world moves slowly and your all I notice. The way you smile makes my heart skip beats, the way you laugh melts me, the way you look back into my eyes fills me with compassion and I am overjoyed at the fact we are in love.

Torn- short poem

I am torn, torn apart. Every little piece burnt to a crisp by your napalm. Filled with rage, piled with fear. My life, a joke in yours.

-Jr

Who cares

The darkness closes in
All alone a sitting stone
I await my brewing fate
Nothing there nothing here
A dim and dark place to be
Where to go or what to do?
No one knows and no one cares
Falling hard and falling fast
Watch out here comes the past
Cycles once cycles twice cycles trice and hope it ends your life

-Jr