the mist is both cold and warm at once
a deception of the senses unfolding
the hate and the love in this heart
is only existing in a weakening grasp
i don't know what i feel anymore
i don't know if i can feel anymore
i live each day wanting to have an answer
yet each second only presents more questions
a bullet through the brain is a solution
uninquisitive souls deduce rashly
but is questioning life any worse a fate
when the answers may not even exist?
and all there is to go on now is faith
and my faith is disappearing fast
and my patience wears thinner and thinner
and my life keeps getting shorter and shorter
and the questions are now more difficult to answer
and the question now is but a word...
- 4/12/95