numb

with each stick i smoke
inch by painful inch
i slowly die a painful death
as days pass me by
love grows inside me
looking at you every moment
the hurt keeps on piling up
when body and soul prefers to be numb
the hurt keeps on piling up
i forgot i died along time ago
when the truth was shoved into my face!!!

cyber haze

purple residue
dirty dew
drops of green
nutritional margarine
is what i imagine
when there is classroom discussion
computer instrucion...

in memoriam to my faithfull departed( i hope so!!! ) teacher..