Irrelevance calls to me,
In a meaningless gray wind.
I drift aimlessly, alone again.
Unhappiness mocks me
In the voice of a friend.
My pillar of support,
It has fallen yet again
In the wasteland I wander,
Intention forgotten.
A pained sigh escapes
From cracked broken lips
Unable to scream for help
Tears of blood on the ground
A death alone, seen in visions
Is this to be my fate?

12/20/2004

Posted on 12/21/2004
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