I know this place.
This dark, horrid place.
This place is nothing but a nightmare.
A nightmare that eats me away.

I go round and round trying to get away.
Each time it's different.
Each time I feel different.
I know how to leave, but I feel at home.

I know it isn't right calling it home,
But where else do I have to go?
Who else can I turn to?
Who can I turn to besides the Dark?

No one cares enough to stay as much.
No one knows me better than it.
Maybe I do belong here.
In this scary nightmarish place.

It can't be true though.
I know someone will get me out.
Someone will keep me from walking right back in.
They will be my hero.

They will never be forgotten.
I will cherish that person forever and ever.
I need a savior to rescue to me.
I can feel them getting closer to me now...

why
is it that I
have a feeling soul

cloudbursts
sunbursts, of you

a ghost
so thin I did
not know

you had eyes
and could feel me

even as I feel
alone

man
           speaking
   you are
the weather

in my
bones

like snowbursts
     livid air,
so(ul).

Pretty little thing

Let me pull you into a

warm and tight embrace

Any thought of your

Smug smirk or sweet smile

Tears at my heartstrings

There's something about

The depth in your eyes and it

Makes  me feel scared

The admiral of the U.S. fleet
was staring towards the shore.
A mob of people jammed the wharf.
He thought we were at war.
The good Mayor Paulo, of Monterrey
was waving with the rest.
He saw our large Pacific fleet
And, doubtless, was impressed.
The commodore made cannons roar
The impact shook the ground
By miracle no townsfolk died
And not one sailor drowned.
“Perhaps they are saluting us!”
The puzzled mayor said.
But when we put marines ashore
Such thoughts soon left his head.
That day we captured Monterrey
It was quite the feat of arms
We lost just one or two marines
to some Senorita’s charms.
The State Department soon put an end
To the splendid little war
And erstwhile foes departed friends
from the Mexicali shore.