• Like crashing waves on a rocky shore
    I hear the sound of squaking crows linger over me
    waiting for me to give up and die
    I remember the way the birds mauked me for all eternitey

    I live for no one I only live for myself
    looking for vampires so i can be one myself
    silently lurking in the cold and dull grey world
    I live in my own litle world till the day that I die

    Loving my family and myself and now one
    is ever going to change the way that I feel
    Never shall I be mauked by the squaking of the crows

    Deirdre Jean Mathews