Thursday, August 7, 2008


It makes me mad that I had to,
Take you apart and kill you.
I wish I hadn't because you were fun,
Now I'm alone and hungry.

Where has the passion gone?
Was it in your brains?
Now its in a cardboard box off of Highway 9?
I miss that. I miss your brains the most.

I once courted and now I'm a court.
Didn't rely on judgment of force.
Now judgment is rhyme and reason,
Courtship means committing treason.

Forgiven is the passion.
The passion is forgiven.
Not to forgive but to forget.

Forget you, forget myself.