CHALISE She's with our ancestors, She knows the Mystery, She's in our memories, She sees only peace. But you are with me, And I am with you. You have each other, to laugh, cry, love, renew. "dead already". "God" is not here with me, but love is. I've killed myself and failed so many times, succeeding completely, symbolically. If I said "goodbye" to one I loved, did I not still love my Morgeth? If the rope had failed, around my head, did I not still seek my own death? If I cannot to myself love, I can love you completely. I cannot have your love returned, for I am dead already.
		"and you love me" I can love you, without loving myself. Christ, it hurts, this feeling good. I would die, I would cry if I could. "Take two more, and have some wine". Maybe then I can sleep. I can love you, without loving myself. Your pain and mine, they stab so deep... I couldn't love myself, You are so good, I'm feeling bad. But you love me. We share this pain. I've hurt you again. Progress? not mine. I love you without loving myself. and you love me might we yet embrace?
	(Ode To Depression) I think I'm hungry, he muttered. There's peanutbutter, and this english muffin, And there's jelly in the cupboard... Yeah, but I'd have to pick the right door, And choose which jar, And maybe I'm not so hungry, afterall. This muffin, I think, I'll save till tomorrow. Perhaps this is love that I feel Do you really think it'll heal? I think I'm angry! he cried. I've been injured, I think I could die! When you left, the pain started, oh, I know, I was just a kid, when I died. So am I happy?, he tried. Sure, that's got to be it! Like falling, no, Yes! Ever so far down a hole. So happy to be here, He lied. I think I am hungry, he muttered. THE TRUCK The Sun poked through, but it had poured, ill omens did abound. Elevenhundred grandmothers, I trailed down the road. My dog, he did his best. I was not alone. And walking my friend's horse, so lame , the truck came from behind. The rain, it spilled, the blood it poured, but I was not alone. My dog he did his best, but there was just no time. It plowed right over us, thirty two right there just died, And I killed many of the rest, my tears I could not hide. The rain, it spilled, the blood it poured, A mother dragged herself alone. She tried so hard, the road to cross, intestines marked the way of fear. a tourist came along just then. She left behind the rest of her, He screamed, "you lowly criminal" I turned around and at him stared. The rain, it spilled, the blood it poured, but poorly did I fare. He said "you should relieve their pain!" so angry I became . I looked at him with utter hate, the rain it just kept coming. The blood it really hit, I could do no more cutting, My mind had turned to shit. and I was all alone. The rain, it spilled, the blood it poured, and I was all alone.