Dead Weight You're gone water containers and dead smokes on the coffee table likely the lasting of love is meant to make a determined push I doubt we knew when the body would reject and cause conflict you hate me coming out and making it known but when it's known? You make me feel that everything is trivial when in fact monsters haunt me, demons, and invisible strikes. I love you when I sit out there with you and want you want you so bad, away from the computer, and open. I think you could try, try to show you love me maybe you feel every other thing has been tried, it hasn't. I want things totally done on respect. You ignore and put up a fuss if you have to hear it, what good are you, Phil? what good are ya?