• My hair is like a veil over my eyes…

    There are pieces of paper all over my walls…

    Paper with little pictures of little lovers dancing around so happily…

    So happily…

    I know I’m breaking but knowing isn’t going to help.

    I’m loosing this battle and its all going to hell.

    I’m taking two steps forward and twenty steps back.

    I get two platforms up and bury myself twenty feet down.

    We were like those lovers once…

    So happily intoxicated in romance…

    But the day has come you see…

    And I sold my soul to pay for those happy memories…

    The ripper’s knocking and I feel his cold breath on my neck…

    And where are you?

    Who knows?

    In my mind I gave you a place far from here…

    In the sweet arms of the angel dear…

    The angel has bright golden wings spread as far as the eye can see…

    With brown locks and bright beautiful eyes…

    Her arms stretched out welcoming her son up high…

    Her everything she said…

    Those are only dreams you see because he’s gone and so is she…

    Like shell shock to a Vietnam vet…

    Memories of her dead linger in my head…

    Trying to pull the pieces together again

    Only came to no avail in the end….

    Now I’m alone to deal…

    And I don’t know if I’ll make it to see another year.

    But something’s gotta give ya hear!

    Cause if this s**t keeps up I might as well be dead then have to deal with yet another year.

    I might come to visit…

    Come to stay a while…

    I’ll go to see her…

    It’ll be for a long while.

    Julia M. Julia A. Julia W. Julia C.

    To: Julia

    Postmarked Heaven…