From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: in progress
Date: Wed Aug 10 15:03:04 1994
this is a little deal I have basically finished, but wouldn't mind some 
help



In the way

In the way of my path, you are, better move
or I'll have to kill you...what? you wish to talk? about what? my 
demise...
of course I do.It's still as clear as the day
and I was walking along a running stream, she wanted to touch my hand
but I drew back, and her skin brushed mine, a pitiful
reminder of what we once had, we will never again have
and she started to cry I asked her why
and she told me (the always
response) if I didn't know, she wouldn't tell me
I laughed in her face...to much soap opera's for you, love
she spit in my face
get the hell out of here, I hate you
my misery...
more? you better remember this...
her golden hair, her brown eyes..a poets dream come true
all I remember now is the scorn in her face, the tears in my heart
and her laughter ringing loud and clear, my misery
I couldn't stand to see her picture...ripped it up, and again
her friends sneer at my back, the lonely road
once had, now lost
forget her I told myself and
plunged into my studies and grew as black as the darkness in the 
bottom of a well
demons imagined...I would weep for hours, long as our walks
midnight phone calls, sleepy friends
what life?
and so one day I took out my shotgun
put the barrel in my mouth and pulled the trigger
cold, hard metal
of course, it was empty, and I couldn't stop my 
my misery
a shower a month, maybe, no friends, no loved ones
and screamed and raged at the moon
but then I realized that there was another girl in my life
as soon as I saw her, I forgot my poets dream
and I came to realize, there was no such thing as love
you laugh of course, but I know the truth