These voices inside
Are not silent
They are free
Shouting and singing
me me Me **ME

Dark were your
yesteryears, so
some corners of your warm
heart stay tainted still

I want to
rip the
black from your inner-
most

no matter how you

might bleed, curl it up
and throw it into the

abyss where the remains
of other pain-dragons slain

remain.

I am tired of dreaming you next to me.

I'm wearing armor
These wounds still bleed
I painted on my "Don't ask" face
Just so you wouldn't see
The pain that lies beneath
My emotions are my dedication
I take your's into consideration
Not expecting reciprocation
Rarely surprised but if you do
Try to see it from my view
I do not take sympathy with comfortable ease
I ask you kindly, pretty please
Know that I'm grateful if my words fall short
I may do a little talking but I'm more the writing sort

By Shel Silverstein**

Oh, I'm being eaten
By a boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor,
And I don't like it--one bit.
Well, what do you know?
It's nibblin' my toe.
Oh, gee,
It's up to my knee.
Oh my,
It's up to my thigh.
Oh, fiddle,
It's up to my middle.
Oh, heck,
It's up to my neck.
Oh, dread,
It's upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . .