Holding the stained wood
tears roll down my face...

Experiences thrive on reactions
Events come from the reactions that arise in the...

So many millions of people in this world
How many stop to ask your name...

The nightmares...
So much worse now with age...

I want to feel something,
Anything...

A cry out into the blank abyss that is my soul
a final outreach in my diminished mental state...

There's no getting up from where I’ve been
There’s no forgetting the torment...

In an existance you meet many people,
some mean nothing to you...