George wrote this for a friend he met in prison.

She walks silently across
the room, no more grace in
her step. The daylights drying
up the tears from the long
night that she wept.

Sad news from the doctor,,
Positive - her lifes been cut
short by years. The devils
laughter echos, playing upon
her fears.

All the nights of brand new
lovers, and the pleasure she
would gain. Who would have
thought one was tainted, with a
virus in his veins.

Now anger clouds her judgement
as she goes strolling down the
street. Her tears are passed along
to the next man that she meets.