My grandfather is ill,
Well he was ill when he was alive,
My aunt was ill,
Well she was ill when she was alive.

My grandfather died naturally,
My aunt took her own life,
And their decease was like relief,
So I sit here covering my face with a plastic sheet.

Shall I just end it here?
It seems that I have disease in my blood,
But would I go to heaven if this is how I go?
In the light through the sheet Jesus shook his head « no ».

So I fell back down to earth,
As Jesus motioned for me to go to hell,
If this is how I choose to go then heaven he will not approve,
He tells me I still have work to do.

And she was left to cry,
All the tears he refused to…

Had I known you would leave me, my love, I would never have reached my finger tips in your direction.

How cruel is your absence, that I find myself cursing every thought of you. How cruel is your willingness to leave me to live or die… Had I known how cruel you were I never would have loved you.

I wish and wish and wish that I could hold you in my arms, and feel you breathing for me. I love you, and I hate myself for loving you.

I wish that I could forget you, but what a useless world that is. You don’t love me, and I scream in pain because I know you don’t love me. But I am not completely insane, you made love to me as if we were the only two people here…

I wish that I could be relieved from this pain, but you are the remedy and you don’t want to cure me anymore. You want to forget me, and that I could never understand… why forget a love that would put angels to shame…

Do not be fooled by my smile,
I am not at peace when I laugh,
I am not home when I am in ecstasy,
I wish to feel the settlement of my heart,
Within the warmth of your hand.

No one has the slightest effect on me,
Like you do.
I always keep you in mind,
Even in the arms of another.

Someone please take my pen away,
For I cannot even bear to face in words the lamentation of my heart!
I cannot bear to acknowledge that I will never kiss my love again!