MotherBeneath the sad-stricken night skyA figure kneels by a rockA rock, which, among others, is specialYou left her here, you and him both.She's crying, the figure; She's lost hope.In the graveyard, she collapsed,Face becoming streaked with sorrowHer silent tears falling in vainShe can't get them back, both goneWith four years apart, all she can do is mournAdorned with black form head to toeBlack nails, black lips, reddened eyesInside she grieves, but they don't know that......Atleast I do.
Dark TormentThe constant reminder of everything I feltI stood screaming; Beside her grave I kneltThe guilt, The Pain,The Filth, The GameWhy mjust I be tormented so?When everything goes wrong, she's who I missMy mother long gone; This can't be blissThe anger, The resentment,The Sorrow, No commitmentWhy must I be tormented so?If there is a God, can he let me go?
SorrowMy sorrowIs something I cannot borrowA cry in the night;Black-stained tears take flightLeft aloneIn a place they call "Home"Now I knowI have no place to goFew I can trust;I feel as if my heart would bust
Scribbles, Part Three.Now I lay me down to sleep,I pray the Lord my soul to take,Before this pain my body keepsShall tear my skin, my life to break.
Letter to a Hurting FriendYour smile shows no signOf the pain your soul conceals.Your eyes, however,Tell of your painful story.I wish you comfort for now.
Scribbles, Part TwoA stone angel stands alone,Her feathered wings; Broken, gone.A single drop escapes an eye,To run down a cheek, then dry.