I am your coinI am your coinand soyou will suffer me in silencenow gocook somethingI'm hungry
A Drop of Blooda drop of blooda broken twiga shallow print - I am close nowa crushed leafa furtive gaspa whispered cry - I am right behind youa gaping moutha pleading eyea single tear - my dear it is over now I win
FallenIn the yard stood an ash tree one hundred feet talllooking down on two pines by the opposite wall.They worshipped his size. They were both very small.Then one day when great winds joined beetles and rot,the ash struggled to stand but, sadly, could not,and he fell to the feet of the pine trees, distraughtfor he's just four feet tall, now his side is his top.
In the holding of childrenIn the holding of childrenthere is great painthat comes with the letting go.
He Dropped Her HeartHe dropped her heart onto the groundIt neither cracked nor made a soundbut smiled at him as there it layHe shook his head and walked awayIt followed him up to his doorLove me please it did imploreHe frowned and said I do not careand then he kicked it down the stairThe heart called out from down below,You loved me once, I know it's soYou loved me long, you loved me trueHe said You haven't got a clueThen as he turned to use his keythe heart climbed upstairs silentlyIt reached for him and with a frownIt pulled him back and they fell downand down and down until they hitwith such a force his own heart splitand hers said with its final breathI still love you in life or death