Oct 18, 2004 23:10
Think I'll hide underground. resurface sometime next fall.
I'll appear under a warmer sun next year.
Will you be around when i finally come up for air?
It's true you bring out the worst in me.
Have oft when men are at their point of death
Have then been merry? In which their keepers call
A lightning before death. Oh how may I
Call this a Lightning?- R&J act 5