By Patrick Brown   patika@hotmail.com
Date: 1 April 1999

Love and Death

How can I hide this pain inside?,
even when I have cried and cried,
this pain is so hard for me to bear,
when you are not there, or car,
my heart is ripped,
my feet have slipped,
I can't show the pain to my peers,
as i hide away these falling tears,
will I just go away?,
or see the night of another day?,
come death, take me by the hand,
take me to that fairy tale land,
I put down the gun,
and look at the sund,
death is creeping,
I am weeping,
as I lay down my head,
on my lovely little death-bed.
                       -Patika