Comments about Albert Witz
A Bad Night
The world, my heart, in pain this night.
As raindrops are falling with only stars for light.
I sit, my raindrops, tears.
The finale is an introduction.
Welcome to my world.
Pain. Misery. Despair. The blackness of death clutches after my heart.
I can not forget, yet I'll never remember, your face, that phrase.
Those magical words, with the strength of a tornado, intended to kill. No survivors.
I don't want to die tonight. The day ahead will be bright. I'll find me, some way, some how,