Dear Faithless Slipping Soul,

	You’ve left this all away again. With things I cannot
fix. Those pleading eyes are asking more then I could ever
give. I need more then simple afternoons. I’m dying and
your promising my broken dreams formed on faded yesterdays.
Set me free and turn your scornful cheek. The stone I’ve
set beneath this blanketing snow to eat away the useless
pleas to see another Sunset. Wait for spring to come and
melt away the callous tomb and seek for dreams I never
placed
	The rain is cold and stealing kisses form my cheeks dying
simple soul. Cant you see me standing in the shadow of this
abandoned street. Racing life and passing cars slipping from
your grasping breath. They have failed you. Suicidal
tendency are breaking though that therapeutic smile. Therapy
is slipping out like a distant wonderland that never held
your faith and now your saving grace is mocking you with
demon eyes every morning with its mandatory sitting.
	Please wait and meet where our love did die. Beneath that
willow tree where blue eyes did fade to callous miss
constructed black that laid behind the soul of eve. A
hero’s coming. Their always searching and that tree always
sent its blessing. Trust what it always said as we wait for
the rain to die and passersby would always stop and pleas
for us to follow. Every one wants to save the safest sheep
but no one dreams to bring the wolves a scrap of meat. 
             I hope this finds you bleeding
                And a step away from breathing
          In the grasp of dying arms
           I find my solitude and love
  	Within the eyes of hatred
                   I drink my cups of sorrow
 			          A find……
             What I always see
   That I am what I said I need
                  And nothing less then shadows 
              
                P.S. we knew it true