From left to right
My eyes get tired
With witty sayings
And verb phrases
Nothing changes
My eyes are still tired

a.s.

I think of you
When darkness swirls around me
Like a turbulent storm
When every breath seems to tax my soul
When dispair is my constant shadow
I think of you
I hear your voice
Feel your skin upon my own
I smell your scent
Your pain is my own
Your fear is my best friend
And even though all hope
Seems to have seeped from the world
I still think
Of you.

Hey you,
I love you.
And your
Fascination
In Pink floyd.*

a.s.

It's dark
So dark
Mad and angry
A solitary cruel
Civilization where nobody
Cares nobody pays
Intrest for the lives
Of the hopeless
Or the needed.
The simple
Drive for the complex
Ideas of perfection
In which we crave
Is so prominent
Like an eched image
In our simply geared minds
Those gears only turn
One way
Not bothering to look
Back at the others
Who are perfect
For living
Without that
Selfishness

a.s.

I wish more
People cared
about earth
As much as
they cared about
Who they believe
created it.*

a.s.

I never understood
The idea of love
How you could be so invested in each other
So persistent to one another

Then I met you.

a.s.