Here I lay...
I tear at the already shattered crystal...
Feeling worst than the many battles once lost...
To walk away is much pain
To stay is much hurt
The words and whatever that's been placed...
Just shrivels into nothingness
like it's been never there before...

I sit by with Sangria, Boddington and Sake
for company...
hope they knock me out unconscious
And just give me a moment of peace...
a moment away...

I wanted to work to cure
but unknowingly
I worked to hit another causal...
Cruel...
Sleep a bad omen?...