Aah!
What a web! What a web!
Where is it that we shed, when nothing more can be said?
Aah!
A lonely bed! A lonely bed!
Who has bled and now lays dead?
Aah!
Painful head! Painful head!
Who had led that girl to wed?

Empty shadows in the garden. The colors slowly seeping out of the roses and into the drains that sit by the dandy-lions. Oops! Wait!

What lurks in the garden that removes the colors from the roses? I fear to ask! I fear to know. What else can it be but...

Wait!

The spider, on its cobweb. The lizard, perched on its corner. The mouse scurries on the wood flooring.

But!?

What am I but a fly. In the corner left to die. In the window sill of pain. Reading to you in the rain. Laughing empty laughs out loud. Looking for you in the crowd. Down below me as I sit. Smoking the cigarette I just lit.

Where are my thoughts here? Where do thoughts begin and emotions end? Where does the consciousness come from? WHy not ask why the sun comes up in the morning and not at night. Why not ask why the sky isn't green instead of blue.

Nothing here but the beer. Nothing there but the stare.

Good NIght!!!!!!!!! God loves you!!!!!!!!!

Signed: RoaM