Sunday, Dec. 30, 2001 - 5:17 p.m.

Close the chapter

on this book of life

in my heart

you twist the knife

bleeding me dry

i begin to cave in

falling down

i cannot win

sharpened arrow

you have pierced my heart

I should have known this

from the start

who am I

to wander and hope

I've learned my lesson

I'll learn to cope

I'll walk alone

Among the darkness

I will live my life

with no one near me

I will spread my word

and then I'll die

After I've watched this world

crumble and die...