From nothing I cameAnd to nothing will I returnBetween these an eternal agony of existingBearing me onwardTowards oblivion A nobody I wasA nobody I will…
The pretentious prattlings of a piss poor poet
From nothing I cameAnd to nothing will I returnBetween these an eternal agony of existingBearing me onwardTowards oblivion A nobody I wasA nobody I will…
So many dreams have died In my heart And now another Of you How much more heartache must I take Before I die? What new…
An ending we have in darkness And a beginning. ‘Twixt these An emptiness of pain. 02/05/1992