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Do these people really

                                 think

they can drag me under?

The fires of Hades will not

                                  scourge

                 my soul

A person with no name stole

                              my soul

and spat in my face

I cried out foe a girl I once

                                       knew

but she wasn’t there

I picked myself up and looked

                              out the window

It was lonely out there

A leaf fell from a tree

                             and I

           felt a little sad

It seemed as though I were

                              losing a part

                        of myself

I screamed out for an old

                        high school crush

but she wasn’t there

That left me feeling low down

                  and stripped bare

My pockets lined with dollar bills

                                and silver coins

                    felt empty

My soul was lost, stolen 3 years

                                ago

My heart, torn apart, never flew into

                          a proper rage

I had no other recourse

I reached out for a girl I thought

                          was my friend

but she wasn’t there

I cleared my eyes and shook the tears

                         from my eyes

I reached out again

But she still wasn’t there

October 1985