I have come face to face with fear
In this room of total disillusionment
With no one to turn to
No one to catch me
I have to face this on my own.
I must fall forward,
All these times of masquerade
Reality begins to sink like a knife
Inching my calloused flesh
Tearing my secret place
In search of the child
But no one can find it
I have grown into a stone-cold creature
Never to love again
(Circa 2002)
