Three Days Dead
Well, I've been dead for three days now,
Won't someone roll the stone away?
I've got to find my Femme, somehow,
I can't take this another day.
My house is as dark as a tomb.
Within my life there shines no light.
Waiting here in the cold and gloom
For her return to make it right.
I sit here at my computer,
Every two minutes checking mail.
I've been holding my breath for her,
My life, a sigh, awaits exhale.
I haven't ate, nor slept, indeed,
I may have well forgotten how.
Without her touch, I lie in need.
Well, I've been dead for three days now.
Loneliness isn't in being alone;
Loneliness is alone in being.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 09-29-1999).]