for all of the dreams that are already dead, for those plastic smiles that have already bled, and for all the faces that so often lead, an open heart on a dead-end trail; riding a broken steed, ride the lighting breath into the chorus, and feel the tasteless whispering voices, spreak to me of silence and the demons disheartened, for everything That isn't worth it; all light has already darkened, far into the valleys I walk into Hate, face to face with evil and fog and fate, and I hold onto the memories I forget, the ones I stole from the emotions a drift, upon the mountains so so high, rocks falling falling faster I've destroyed my mind, take it to heart again you shallow bitch, taste the saliva evil elixir of lips, as you grasp me ever tighter move you're hips, into the motion of using such a wonderful trip, for I see those eyes of blue blank but blue, for I see those smiles the feelings you use, and I see inside the people abused, and I take it all and laugh; for in the end I know the wheel will someday turn agaisnt, it will envelope and caress you into you're grave, for dying happy and dying lonely are two different things, and I will stand completed, you're pieces scattered strewn astray...... copyright 2003 The PooRe PoeT 3-5-2003 for: s.w.