This is the time when even my shadow looks alien,
Even a river stops flowing, just to save itself.
I wish I could deny that I still think of you,
Yet that seems so hard to do.

 

What happened to the old me?
The part of me that loved to love?
All I see is darkness, the ever dying light,
A man of once strength and loving honour,
Seems ever possessed now to lose this fight.

 

All these verse must be of sorrow,
Must reek of painful dreams,
The end of the day is ash and embers,
The love has gone it seems.

 

My life is dangerously turning, it’s spitting out my hopes,
The loves of old don’t feel no more,
Though I’ll always feel for all,
I’ll pray to a god I don’t believe in,
To stop me from this fall.

 

1994