Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Sorrowed
6.15.03
There's coldness in the air
It's emptiness is frightening
I reach for the light's lair-
But the result is despair
Close to the edge of confusion
Walking the blade of the knife
Drop to your knees now
And lose your dead lived life
I watch you as I wait
Fingers dripped in blood
You try to delegate
But the question's just too much
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [AA]