You imitated rainCascading down my bodyYour words cascading down my mindYour kiss cascading down my lipsJams and jelliesFilled your words and my hollow heartAs you try to own my body
Why don't you take care of me?My body criedbecause you don't look like themI repliedThen do what ever you want to meMy body said as it cried in excruciating painDestroy me just to look 'normal'
It is hard to get up in the morningWithout youBut I just get used to itIt is hard to peel my eyes when I blinkKnowing you're not hereBut it is easy to pretendYou're here in this dead endWhere deep seas separate usAnd our eyes blinded with dustIt is easy to pretendWe are one togetherWhich makes me feel betterAnd I know that this isn't the endI started to get over itIt is just a slitIn my heart
My God (oh, let me call Thee mine,Weak, wretched sinner though I be),My trembling soul would fain be Thine;My feeble faith still clings to Thee.Not only for the Past I grieve,The Future fills me with dismay;Unless Thou hasten to relieve,Thy suppliant is a castaway.I cannot say my faith is strong,I dare not hope my love is great;But strength and love to Thee belong;Oh, do not leave me desolate!I know I owe my all to Thee;Oh, TAKE the heart I cannot give!Do Thou my strength--my Saviour be,
A Pit -- but Heaven over it --And Heaven beside, and Heaven abroad,And yet a Pit --With Heaven over it.To stir would be to slip --To look would be to drop --To dream -- to sap the PropThat holds my chances up.Ah! Pit! With Heaven over it!The depth is all my thought --I dare not ask my feet --'Twould start us where we sitSo straight you'd scarce suspectIt was a Pit -- with fathoms under it --Its Circuit just the same.Seed -- summer -- tomb --
What does the hangman think aboutWhen he goes home at night from work?When he sits down with his wife andChildren for a cup of coffee and aPlate of ham and eggs, do they askHim if it was a good day's workAnd everything went well or do theyStay off some topics and talk aboutThe weather, base ball, politicsAnd the comic strips in the papersAnd the movies? Do they look at hisHands when he reaches for the coffeeOr the ham and eggs? If the littleOnes say, Daddy, play horse, here'sA rope — does he answer like a joke:I seen enough rope for today?