Dear Lord (march 13,2002)

In her room she cries-
She cries…all alone.
Nothing…no feelings,
On the outside will she show.

Feelings so empty,
They dissappear into thin air.
She isn’t focusing on that,
So, she doesn’t even care.
A tear is fallen,
From the baby blue eyes…
As she falls and loses herself,
This girl begins to cry.
A shallow,weak forgetten,
Who wishes to be dead…
And as she tells these words to lord,
She means every word she says.
“Dear Lord,I beg of you,
Please let me fly on ,free
I dont care about the many things,
I can fix and see.
Let me fly free today,
And stay near you…
Tell my mom that it’ll be ok..
That the angels have come,
To take me on my way.
And that I will dearly,
Be watched everyday.
Please,Dear lord let me leave today.

By The Evil Cheezman

Purveyor of sacred truths and purloined letters; literary acrobat; spiritual godson of Edgar Allan Poe, P.T. Barnum, and Ed Wood; WAYNE MILLER is the head architect of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS, serving up the finest in entertainment and edification for the stage, the page, and the twain screens, silver and computer. He is the axe-murderer who once met Andy Griffith.