Instead of a second story, I've posted some poetry on this page. If you'd like to see another of my stories, click on the link above this box.
�Through My Soul�
2-3-03
The desolate landscape,
Snow swirling incessantly,
Cold ripping through my soul.
The cluttered hallway,
Words thrown out carelessly,
Eyes ripping through my soul.
The empty road,
Car speeding,
Pain ripping through my soul.
The empty room,
Music blaring,
Loneliness ripping through my soul.
The screaming brain,
Dosage increasing,
Peace ripping through my soul.
1-26-02
I throw my dreams into the street,
Hoping the rain will make them grow.
I fight and cuss every day,
Trying to defeat my biggest foe.
Fear drives me to fight,
Fear drives me to cry.
Fear drives me to kill,
Fear drives me to lie.
Fear is the rain and
My dreams are today.
The rain pours down,
Washing my dreams away.
Why does it seem to rain
Every single day?
