"She was everything. . .

cold blue lips and a

walk of shame

The perfect daughter. . .

who slammed her door and

cut her wrists

The perfect Christian. . .

Satan had his way and she'd

beg for more

She had so much life. . .

though Death

had touched her peeling skin

I knew her well. . .

but she'd hide for

days

She was my angel. . .

she was myself."

11/21/2005 1:42pm