Must you go on Tuesday?
Must you go today?
Must you go when I don't
Know the words to say.

Saturday had problems.
Sunday had the same.
I coped, I thought,
Though I failed to say it's name.


Here and now, some time away
It feels like yesterhour.
Hidden within the cobwebs
Of lifes decietful hour.

I'm swept along within a wave
That only you knew well.
It drowned the children in it's wake
And stiltified the smell.

If you had had an ounce of warmth
An ounce of love to spare.
Then you'd delay and leave a way
To cover their despare.

Nightmares come and reoffend
To call once more and scare.
You brought theirs and cast all cares
To how it all might end.

Some seventeen years later.
A million may be more,
Of opportunities you've lost
They crumble and they fall.

Sometimes I find I sleep at night.
Oft times I find I fail.
I'd hassard my most hopeful guess
You never fail at all

I've wished you well, Ive wished you Hell.
I've wished that you were dead.
I've wished that evrey bit of you
Were weighted down with lead.

That you should gut me
Head to toe,
I've never questioned right.
But drawing them
And screwing them
Is passed,
Beyond
And futher still
Than any any evil spit.

May you reside
In the Hell
You have made
For the inosent
That loved you.

9th August 2001