An Old Violin and A Valium

When this sleeping pill can't kill my insomnia,
take out your old violin
scrape the string
play me a lullaby
and be my real valium...

Me Over There

just if you really exist
and if you are really me
have you ever thought about me, the other you?
or is it me just being another you?
how many of us? can you tell?

so which one could it be?
me crossing over there?
or you crossing over here?
do we have the same thoughts?
do we share the same things?

what do you have right there?
what do you see right there?
in the alternate universe

Bloody Friday

Nothing's left
nothing...!
only God
my very last fortress
the only strength,  the only hope

God, tell me...
how could I keep my sanity...?