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There are 26 letters in the English language and an infinate number of combinations: words, as we call them. Yet, there are not enough combinations to explain to you exactly how much these words mean to me. These lines of poetry are dedicated to my cousin, and best friend, Roy, who committed suicide on August 27,2002. May he finally be able to rest in peace...

The Coffin
I feel my tortured soul tumbling into the depths of hell. And now, so alone I dwell. A love I once felt is gone now. A friend I once knew has disappeared from my life...never to return. The heartfelt sanitythat was once bestowed upon my being is lost forever... Dreams of the coffin still Haunt my soul. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The memory of you, Brings dampness to my face My lost friend, Who was consumed by rage. A quite little thing, He hardly said a word, He had a charming smile, But it was him against the world. The Angles felt sorry And came for him, He packed up in a hurry And went with them, They must have been in a hurry because he forgot to call, To tell he was leaving ...leaving the world. Now my best friend is gone And I`m all alone. I hope one day, He`ll remember to pick up the phone. ears can be told the fiction, mouth can recite the untrue, ...but my eyes will never decieve me. For, ...I can hear the message, I can speak the message, but to see what is the truth... would be my downfall. (r0y)

...a face cannot hide,
the feelings inside,
like tears in the eyes...
wanting to flow outside,
and drop to the floor...
wanting to open heavens door,
wanting to run not walk,
the need to tell not talk,
...where can I go,
where can I find,
who in this world has enough time listen
as another tear drops on the floor...
silence and nothing more...