Dear Sir,

I write you again kind Sir. My day is done and through. Nothing special happened today nothing new. Its all the same with me I do what I do. Should of I done more?

Is what I ask and want so wrong? I don't ask for much, who know it could cause such a fuss.

It was a wish I wised all my life and now I am living it. Pure utter hell though would I want it any other way? Hell seems to follow me everywhere. Happiness only when Im with you.

Ridiculous is my life I don't see the point. I wish I was strong like you I am not.

Dear Lady,

May I speak to you with passion? You are beautiful beyond compare.

Your mind, your soul, your grace.

Will the touch of my hand and the taste of my lips dismiss the depression in this?

I know life confuses you I know it is true, and love can be so true and deadly like an arrow too. I know the words I say to you only heal part of your heart.

Please stay true. I will wait for you to come back into my arms.

This little light of mine Im going to let it shine.

It shines in the darkness all alone. As in the guise of the world, a friend, a lover, a confidant.

A preacher, your mother, a brother, a sister. Tries and put your light out.

Floating in complete darkness holding the light of hope dear ,as your clawed, nailed, stabbed but no wounds to tell. Only battered mind and soul. Sometimes you feel like you just want to let go. The darkness talks like a lover to your ear. So cool caress. Why do you not give in yet?

I want you

I made you

I'll break you

I hate you

why wont you come to me!

I have hope.. I am hope as long as hope lives, and I live...live to give birth to a new hope inside a world with no pain, no heart ache inside.

But people are people.

Please don't make those mistakes again. This is the last world your in.

It will not happen again.