I stand... staring
into the silent, misty night...

I like it best like this
When a frigid blue tinges everything...

I'm going to try to describe
that feeling that I said...

I want to show you something
that you've never seen...

My eyes are sore from staring for so long,
but they won't stay closed, either...

Under yellowed streetlights and the last vestiges...
there is little thought...

There is a river here
and I am on the wrong side, so I'm told...

When you despise the masses, you just become part
of the smaller masses, but really all the same...

It's hard not knowing where to start
but that's where life helps us out--we wake up...

To revoke humanity
and take upon the burden...

Yesterday, yesterday
what a word, what a day...