Help Me Make It Kris Kristofferson Sequence By Dick Anderson djcc@c2i2.com
	Less Than Dead  She'd only written emptiness, and anguish of the heart, dreams to fill the loneliness, she painted in her art. But all the dreams created, are nothing in the end, can't change t he life she's hated, just words from lonely pen. Her road of travel daily, a dry and dusty thing, no colors shining paley, where only deafness sings. No struggle now she faces, no anguish in her soul, no false hope that enlaces, a dream of being whole. Her days are filled with blank walls, she's trapped by angry fate, listens more to luring calls to end the lonely wait. Her nights are filled with dark doors, that lead to empty rooms, the woman that she'd hoped for a dry and barren tomb. There's nothing left to hold her to keep her dreams alive, all vanished when they told her her lovely mother died.  And no Knight guards her last door or gently holds her heart, no Lady waits there anymore in any of her art.  There's no one now to make proud, no one with whom to share, walking ghost among the crowd, but isn't really there. So anyone who wants her, she'll take now to her bed in hopes a touch will make her feel something less than dead.© RAC 7-10-99
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