The world has died

A tear, a simple tear nothing more
A reflection, a mirror of my thoughts
Just a sadness moving in
Like a storm upon a spring day

It doesn't matter to them
They cannot comprehend,
But to me the world has died
And I am left behind to cry

The lights are fading out
The sun's rays shine no more
The trees have fallen down
And lay withered on the floor

Smile love, no one notices a tear when you're smiling
Say a prayer,

Place a rose upon the grave

For the

world is

dead.

Rob; My Wannabe Savior

Rob, Robert, Bob, Bobby, I swear his name changes with his moods.

Rob offered to fly over, pack me in his suitcase and fly me back to New York with him, I tell you, some days it's very tempting. I talk with so many people online, I know most of them I'll never meet, some of them I wouldn't want to meet, and some I wish could cross continents to find me.

It's kinda sad really, talking to someone you will never see, never touch, never hear them call your name.

It's funny, when I first started speaking to Rob I didn't like him much, he seemed to know everything, so naturally I assumed, 'typical American.' (Friends excluded of course.) Then one day he mentioned something and I quoted the reference and we just hit it off. We are great friends, we're always discussing Lovecraft's work, or some other obscure cult following that no one around us understands and occasionally we get together and mind fuck people, that's always fun. We get alot of annoying people where we chat so there is never short supply.

So many other friends I 've made out of similar details, sure I've made a few enemies too, but I don't mind if people hate me. It's the world of the web, but that's all it will ever be, a keyboard, a screen and an anti-social.