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

Often in these darkened corridors
I find myself terrified
Images I see
Destruction Chaos Condemnation
Surrounding me in my naivety
Choking me with its reality
I feel my body shudder
My blood frozen in my veins
And then the silence of my heart
Alas, the image is a reflection of my life
And it haunts me so.