Requiem for a lost dream. Exhaling her last breath. Wrecked with sadness.

When I'm done. You won't be there when I'm.

Sick with it. Never fail.

Irrational rations. Tyranny. I grew tired and now I'm wasted. Closer by the hour. I can hear him closer. Smother me til my ears bleed. You can't save me from the hatred in my heart. I need it to create, to vent, to love, to act, to survive, to stay sane.

Dangling fears, but I'm blind with apathy. Don't love me. It will only make it hurt more when you find out how I really feel.

Daggers.

Why'd you have to lie. Was the illusion worth it?

Pain, because its hard to be anything but sad. Coping, but not fully succeeding. It's not my fault I can't feel; I can't feel what's not there. You're a shadow. A fantasy. I created you to protect myself-- how was I to know you were real?

I told you clearly that there was a bomb in my heart, but still you pushed the button. Now you want to know why I don't care, and all I can tell you is that I don't care. That I'll never trust again. That I resent you. That I forgive--only a little bit, but this nagging memory of mine won't stop pestering me. You bring me the remnants, knowing they can't be put back together. Some days I wonder why you even try.

I want to learn to hate you.

Drunken moon, broken ship. Set sail then forgot my gun.

We'll catch up with him yet.

Are you satisfied?

The drums drum. Humdrum. Still in the sails. They shouldn't have brought you back just to gouge out your own eyes.

There is something wrong with this.

I'm worried that I don't care, but I don't care.

Soiled with pain. Written on flesh. I hope yours burns.

What made you think?

Debrief.

Til we reap again.

She was love, . . . then she walked away.

Without you, everything is just fine.

You were a vain illusion. Just another sunny day.

Twice refrained. Yellow fever. Dying to get back. Though I should mention, but then I thought better.

March.