It's another time, another place. Here is not where I am, and there is not where I'm going. A void is here, with me, and I don't know myself. I am the voice inside my head. I am the one who hurts. What about you?

Night falls on your skin as you breath deeper. Thinking about what you can't change won't help you. The time has come to let all of it go. But is it so simple, the layman can ponder your thoughts and rip through your emotions. And selfish you wants nothing more than to die.

Shame on me. My shame and fear is nothing compared to how I should feel. Telling myself how to live is easy. When I actually start living it, then it will become hard. But it's over now and I've got no time to cry.

The crying is a beautiful noise, fading in from the foreground. A light touches you. You fall back, wondering where you're falling from. You were with agony, and have slept with pain. No one can understand your troubles, and you wish nothing more than to die. It's better reality to work its course.

A clock is ticking, showing me that time isn't on my side. I have no friends or enemies. The only enemy that I have is myself, and he loves to watch me crawl. Biting the pain, the only fun is to torture myself. I stare at into my mind when no one is looking. It's so hard to see.

White ribbons are tied around your wrists, representing a gateway to your soul. They force you to view the truth. The truth is squeezed out of you. The ribbons cut your arms and the blood verifies that you are lying. Nothing you ever say is true - it is just your heart pounding to be set free.

I have said, "An arm is just an arm until it's wrapped around a shoulder, wearing the white slippers, we'd go dancing out together." We return lusty and free of guilt. Again the sun would rise and feeling would hit. So what has been accomplished is nothing, and no one was in control. I know that now. It's hard to live the lie.

One who has time for the present lives in the past! Come down from your dream, and you will see who haunts you. Your intentions are nothing that are good for a desire or a dream. You are a fool for believing them.

My world, my cloud has been blown far from here, to a land where I can't be reached. I am the gatekeeper to this world and others, knowing full well what I'm doing there, I lock the door and throw away the key.