I sit in loneliness and watch the meaning of my past.

It dances and twitches then it lays down and dies.

I see the morning sky tremble and then it open and begin to cry

as night falls and darkness fills my room... whispering thoughts haunt

me,

my candle burns low.

Can I find my fate ? Can I be one with my desire ?

The perchment of my future burns fast and I burn myself

badly in my futile attempt to save it.

The black blood of my heart weeps, in every tear a part of myself.

I have features of youth but a soul of age.

Why can't I see the web of lies my life is based upon so I can cut

them

and become one with the sky ? I long for the harmony... the peace

within me.

I wish to see myself in the burning light of truth and no longer be a

victim of hate.

I search for the purity in me... I search in my blood...

I open my vein to see what ever it may be.

And as the red rivers of my life flow from its tunnels and caves...

I see lies and falseness die.

I'm fading away, drowing in a thick mist of burning ice.

I'm showered in the blood of dying hate and I feel pure.

I'm taken to the breast of my truth and I'm reborn.