Words from a Tortured Soul's World
"Untitled Work from 11/99"

I shut it all out
The pain that bleeds from my Tortured Soul
The pain that You cause
It rips it rips me in two
I concentrate on the happiness
That I found in You once
On that feeling that You once gave me
Of being something
Of being something to You
But It slips away each time
You show Your true colors
Each evil thing You say and look You throw.
Can it be that I've fallen
Once again, for the empty shell of a person
For the mask that One puts on to lure me in?
Could it be that I am doomed to love
This empty love and this empty room forever?