The night is crowding my loneliness…
Surrounding me with an anti glow
That makes me stand in from the rest of creation

The clouds of confusion are leaving…
Becoming the rain of certain hurt
And I am not the only one
Who will be soaked to the skin

Everywhere I leave
My legacy is the hurt I have caused…
As the stream of tears becomes a river
Washing away the foundations of the bridge
Between sanity and myself

08/07/2000

Posted on 09/14/2004
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