To Whom It may Concern

This was a book of poetry meant to easy my soul after loss, riducle, attempted murder, public discrace and betrayal. Hope defered makes the heart sick and is a rot in the soul. Bring me in to the joyous house, in the heat of passions, warmth of sunsong arms, my smile is for keeping, last days, hoping, that onelast ray, of, oh my beloved, this was worth, my head on your heartbeat, my, I have died a little bit, after you. no. This is about, the long dark journey, of the souls of lovelesness, and hoping again, for peace, love, forgivenss, and mercy. With always, but I don't know what you look, like. I die tonight maybe?