Water streaking down the window...
Streetlamps only illuminate the rain
Bouncing off the pavements
Surrounding me
Keeping me on track

Ugly light spoils the stars
Lost in this jungle we make for ourselves
Weaving our patterns according to what we know
What we didn't know we knew...

Grotesque images flying past me
Floating skywards with my soul
And my soul burns

The candle melts away
The flame becomes smaller
Every day I am closer to the end
And further from myself

09/23/2000

Posted on 06/28/2004
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