As the ground lays before me I find death a treat,
I hit the pavement of my empty existence,
I do not die, I need persistance,
From afar I hear this voice bittersweet,
Taste oblivion, taste defeat
Copyright, Nichole Streeter, 2001
Through the darkness black pit wading,
Touch me and know pain,
Reach out and seek gain,
Happiness is not my lot
Misfortune I know Salem's Lot,
A touch a taste is all I need,
As from misery I feed
Copyright Nichole Streeter, 2001
Like a leper sprouting sores,
Boiling over like the plague,
Now is cracking like an egg,
Shadow plays of grief and pain,
Now I dance out in the rain,
Shadow plays of grief and thunder,
Now my heart is torn asunder
Take this pain away from me,
Remove my heart and set me free
Copyright Nichole Streeter, 2001
I live this life as though dead
Seeking searching needing light,
Finding darkness, lacking sight,
One day I woke and life had faded,
Looked around and found life jaded
Like water droplets in my hand
Trickling amongst the sand
Copyright Nichole Streeter, 2001
grips me in the midst of morrow,
Fear the darkness where I hide,
Blackness sickness, suicide,
Fear this thing I know is me,
In the black pit let it be
Copyright, Nichole Streeter, 2001