TO THE WOMAN WHO IS MY FRIEND
She is always with me, every moment of every day.
She speak softly to me when all is quiet.
Her words are gentle, but burn with a passion that ignites my very
soul.
They echo in my mind above the noise of everyday life,
and fill my heart with longing and desire.
It is her that I think of when I dream.
It is her face that I see when I close my eyes.
It is her caress that I feel when I am alone.
And it is her cold embrace that welcomes me to bed each night,
for she is Loneliness, and she is my constant companion and friend.
THE HUNTER
In the darkness that has become my life, I run.
I run because I am hunted.
By the pale light of an orange moon I am stalked
Like a beast to be fed upon.
Stalked by a creature of my own making,
who's very gaze overwhelms me with regret and pain.
Whose touch burns me with my own desire.
And who's teeth rend my heart with my own passion and love.
What is this creature that relentlessly feeds upon my very soul?
I call her loneliness, and she is always with me.
HEADS: She is my Friend
TAILS: She is the Hunter
EITHER WAY
I LOSE
