SAD STORY

Sometimes, in sleep I reach for you just to find myself aloneand cold winds gust inside me chilling my every bone.When morning comes, dreams of you stubbornly will not last,as I beg them each to stay, they speed off to the past.Sometimes, in darkness your scent floats by, as if it's in the air,and for awhile it makes me think you really could be there.Those evenings bring back memories of when we snuggled tightand times we were entwined in heated, love filled nights.Sometimes, it seems I hear your voice whispering in my earand for a fleeting moment my heart feels you are here.It makes me yearn to see your eyes, to taste your tender lips,and caress your precious body with loving fingertips.Sometimes, my mind takes me back to when you passed away,remembering how I held you, praying you could stay.That memory used to bother me, as it leaves me feeling sad, but if pain is my cost to hold you, the price is not so bad

hiDE AND SEEK(LOSER DIES)
It's like your ears are clogged with spit,And the blood and tears you've caused.It's like you think you have all the wits,With the harsh words you have tossed.I always seem to be in the wrong,"I misunderstand," you sayI always try to look so strong,I should stop standing in your way.All the hypocrites,Praising words they never said,Blindly throwing vicious hits,It's time they cried instead.Take a knife, end sharpened for the blowTake a gun, bullets ready row by row.Ready your hand, let's see who's dumb.Ready or not hypocrites, Here I come.