' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Attack Of The Heart(For Ruthie)

Afraid I am the frayed rope about to snap as the tightrope walker creates his next step that isn't there. I am the ghost that wants to die (but doesn't know how) to become nothing craving non-existence. I am the snowman dragged inside the house by an eager child weeping at my death before a roaring hearth the pain teaching me to hate each second it creates my screaming mind screaming old American T.V. shows CAR 54... WHERE...aghhhhhhhh...ARE YOU? MR. ED THE...oooooooooooooooh TALKING HORSE GET SMART....noooooooooooooo! I DREAM OF JEANNIE...*%! ? the pain opening a black hole that I gratefully dive into as it swallows me whole 'Oh my immortal soul! ' Mr. Faust comments.