# 5) Dying, dying everyone around me is dying from the dirty habits that will eventually mean losing their head remorse, remorse their friends and family will remorse when they are on their dying bed from the bad habits in their head.

# 6) When the lights go down, and every one is gone, I will sit on the bar stool until time runs down, on this spinning world full of sounds. To want is to live or so I’ve herd fun the dunk in fools who’ve no where to hide, for all my life I have waited on that stool for all time. I have no friends no family. Just a cold mug when the mug is empty and have no where eels to run I will site on the bar stool until time is done.

# 7) The fire blazes as it’s quickly put out. The smoke is the memory that once burned bright. The fire that once was, is the times I wish would last forever. But all that remains is smoke and the dream that it will burn, as bright as before.

# 8) Your hair is like a beautiful water fall rolling off the top of you head. They touch your delightful shoulders, but there is more beauty. Your eyes are like sapphires sparkling in the desert sun. Your beautiful face and your perfect teeth, when you speak it’s like an angel in a choir.