Well - -
Moved
By Your Interpretation~~~

Só Much To Love!
To Be LOVE

I slip slowly down into the cool water of my creek
Letting the water wash over me
Yet it never seems to cleanse me of the sins of my past
So I write
I write to clean my soul, scrubbing off the darkness within
I write to wash out the foul taste of blood from my mind
Words flow from me like a waterfall stripping away the filth of a life of shadows
I write down all these things that make me *****
As I lift up from out of the waters of my poems I feel a little more clean
Like a life of misery hasn't soiled me so badly
I feel a little more normal
A little more like I could be worth loving

There is such thing as too much reality,
For us to face,
In which Halloweens come and go,
But the horror stays.

I am terrified, all right?
Coul you please be, too, terrified?

Tell the truth and duck,
Or get up and pack.

I tried my best,
It wasn't enough,
I failed test,
My life is tough.