When farewell is said
And no light is seen anymore
When you know sleep is not in the cards
And eyes are all shut around you
The world around becomes your own
Personal hell

You see dancing shadows against the ceiling
And your eyes are fixed on them, you try to follow their way
The smile of a wicked lover reflects from the mirror and it sends shivers down your spine
You hear the desperate shout of a woman
No one will be answering her
Not then, not now, not ever.

The man who sits there, night after night,
Paging through forgotten memoirs, with the dark soul and piercing eyes. He is the one who breaks your heart. With a ciggarette in his hand, he reminds you that life with the light on is just a hoax.

"The bitterness of dissapointed will be the persistant flavour in your mouth if you keep on believing there is more to everything around you." He says, "So go on, little girl, without putting any of your faith in that light."

He became your nightly companion. Said some wise words and made you think. Until one night he took everything with him.
The dancing shadows on the ceiling, the reflecting smile of a wicked lover and the desperate shout of a woman.
And finally you could sleep.

Stole My Soul

Once again our paths will cross,
your blood will become my pasta sauce.
What you did, I won't stand for,
I will hunt you down like a wild boar.
You stole my money, you took my pride,
there is no place for you to hide.
I bought a knife, I bought a gun,
you took our daughter, you took our son.
I heard them beg for their daddy,
hoping I find you in some dark alley.
Counting the days till we meet,
then my life will be complete.
I will stab you once and shoot you twice,
hang your ears in my car like fuzzy dice.
Gut you just like a deer or pig,
use your hair as my wig.
Sell your organs on the black market,
use your skin to wallpaper my apartment.
Finally found out where you were living,
when I saw your face, I was suddenly forgiving.
Begged you to take me back,
then I saw your pipe filled with crack.
Took the kids and bolted out the door,
never would have thought, you'd become a *****.
Never once saw her face again,
the blood from my knife went down her drain.
Threw my gun into the river,
on my promise, I did deliver.

An unexpected kiss
four years ago today
after a late flight,
after a Greek salad (no onions),
after awkward chit-chat
and a win by the Colts
over the Patriots (35-34).

I miss that kiss,
that man, his touch,
those caring eyes,
that adorable smile
and handsome face.

I am excited to my core
when holding him,
hearing his voice,
touching his hair,
caressing his hand,
the feel of his tongue.

An unexpected kiss
four years ago today
changed my thoughts,
my heart and soul
...forever.