The Pain Tears Open The Stitching, Once Again My Tears Fall Down Lethal as Acid Rain. The Monotony in Life-lntent on The Material The Sexual Flings. For I Am Mateless, No God can Calm Me. No Individual but That of My King. I long to Lye Rested for Eternity by His Side. I live in The Knowing That Just Maybe This is A Possibility-A Laying Down Eternal by His Side. Pen to Paper, I Tear Up This Paper, I Long for The Times Past When Life was Simpler When Love was More Purer. A Need for The Other That was Irreplaceable. An Unconditional Nurturing Where A Face can go Faceless A Body can go Bodiless. Sex Provided An Escape...And The One Whom I Am Sleeping with is not Thy Enemy. I Want A Non-Frivolous Union. I Want A Love That Loves back. With No Postage Stamp of Return. I Want A Love That I Cannot live Without. A Love for Whom The Bells will Toll. But, He does not Exist for Me. The Angels Whisper Sweet Nothings for The Blessed Ones Whose Hearts are not Pining For A Love. Pining For A Life in Pictures where Wrongs are Made Right. Happenings Prelude Reason And When The Dust Settles; My Cowboy Rides Off into The Sunset without Me. God Henceforth does not Exist so Therefore I Do Not.