Everything's too quiet,
Too loud inside my head,
I know I'll never find you,
My constant inspiration,
The flowing word of lovefilled pain
A potrait of language,
A symphony of literiture,
Agreed but not understood.
You'll find me some day soon,
Waiting as I always have,
Your killing moon is my knife,
A mirrored reflection of what once was,
I want ot see you smile,
And love the worlds beauty.
Never cry at my loss,
And I'll not cry for you.
Morgan - 17/03/04