My Heart Goes Out

My life is vile I hate it so I'll wait awhile And then I'll go.

The shadow was so black, I thought it was a cat, But once in to itI knew No more

Was he married, did he try To support as he grew less fond of them Wife and family? No, He never suffered such a blow. Did he feel pointless, feeble and distrait

It was my bridal night I remember, An old man of seventy-threeI lay with my young bride in my arms, A girl with t.b. It was wartime, and

Coleridge received the Person from Porlock And ever after called him a curse, Then why did he hurry to let him in? He could have hid in the house. It was not right of Coleridge in fact it was wrong (But often we all do wrong) As…

Christ died for God and Upon the crucifixion For God a spoken For me a

I walked abroad in Easter Park, I heard the wild dog's distant bark, I knew my Lord was risen again, -Wild dog, wild dog, you bark in vain.

I longed for companionship rather, But my companions I always wished farther. And now in the desolate nightI think only of the people i should like to bite.