Here I will find solace as it is my cave....I pen this final poem as my hand and my mind tell me that it's time to put the pencil down...pick up the torch and cry til I'm dry..... so dry the callouses return after I shaved them to the bone to bleed for you

Lord above....wake her from her slumber so that my heart's heart can rest and fling me from her chest.

I can not squeeze blood from stone....but if I bow out maybe you could soften that heart for someone out there who deserves it.

My beautiful pitbull son shares my bed.... we're both dogs and fiercely loyal to each other....as he will **** for me so shall I for him.  Loyalty and fidelity are ingrained in the dogs code.

Semper Fidelis...that's my Fido

All I do is push you further away....I give.... you're already far enough

Please beat me till you're no longer angry, til that lash is drenched in blood .....and then help me cleanse my wounds as you tell me why you lashed me.

Not hurl insults at you...my soul would burn for doing so.