THE WILTING FLOWER IN THE DARK CORNER
THE CLOSED EYES TO THE DAY
THE MOON DISAPEARED WITH THE NIGHT
THE OUT DOOR CATS LEFT FOR SOMEWERE
IT IS TO LATE TO TALK TO SOME ONE
SOUNDS HAVE FADED IT IS SO VERY
QUITE NOW BUT SAD
THE COMPUTER IS THE SORSE OF COMUNACATION
YOU THINK SLEEP WILL HELP
YOU LOOK BETTER BUT IN THE MORNING YOU
LOOK JUST AS BAD AS A WILTED FLOWER
IN A DARK CORNER ONCE AGAIN
