Bugs commit suicide as I ride one hundred miles per no clouds no fog street lamps present yet my mind is dark blurred tears fall like anvils on my soul crushing a non eixtence of sound that was hushed and I rush one hundred miles per to be next to you windows down trying to air dry a face way past soaked toking on a heart on the verge of being broke smoked by pain wrapped in a Columbian leaf one hundred miles per waiting to be next to you before you..... I did tell you I love you 'til the letters wed themselves and a 27 letter was created I never waited to voice my song to my soul mate....who added to my whole and I was plus sized in spirit...in eternal joy one hundred miles per to be next to you before you....die I can't understand why God called your name I guess all angels ain't the same....and you are far beyond the halo and wings Can I fly with you? Will you protect me each night? Be next to me in this fight... I call life? Shield me, feel me, deal me the cards to cope with your absence? an abcess has been created on my insides and a toxin flows rides in disguise as rain cleansing the pain but it's drowing me from within' God has to be in the midst of Sin.... All angels ain't created equal so I don't want to see a sequal All angels ain't created the same I don't want to play the "without you" game but my voice is lost in the forest of a divine being so I'll forever see you and speak with you cry with you hold you and accept your hands on the wind and let you catch me in silence. (C)2001 blakverb