there was a day when laugher wasn't laughter anymore, when joy became pain and for what was joy, did it always lie within or on the outside where the pain, was but a mere trickle of the raging river lying deep within? its like your tears when you cry and as they trickle down your cheeks, you taste the salt upon your lips and firming underneath your feet, but the world it never moves because what is one heart to 7 billion more? your just so insignificant as all verses refrain in sound and song for, unaccounted is the rhythmn the times you're heart beat too the pain, disenchanted were the words you spoke in happiness but in vain, you rely upon her answer as the prize for the ultimate goal, you sell your soul to Satan and silence loneliness foretold, I taste the weighty sweetness that is hate and it has fruit so tender so tempting, yet so dangerous is to desire this fruit that is never quite as clean, as were the flowers that you imagined for me blue, with silvery stems of green; and like the waves pounding on the beachhead you were pounded thrice with word, so strong and full of anger so tender full of love, was it the laughter that finally drove you mad and drove you to hate me to discard my words, did you not believe that over distance I could love you and feel for you so deeply? and inside these twisted thoughts and dreams and charasmatic flamboyant freaks where the demons live, the depression never stifled, and always feeding the flames are these negative thoughts, realistic in a sense- but so disheartening...... copyright 2002 The PooRe PoeT dedicated to Kristina from Vancouver (Florida), sometimes the song is sad and in the end.....does it even matter?