I won't give in to your dying art
I won't give in to your crying heart
So don't you even begin to start
Using you wiles to tear me apart

Don't worry now I promise it will be quick
It will feel just like a bee sting, just a little prick
You might feel warm and you might feel a little sick
Just let the truth sink in and let your dose of reality stick

Darkness, pain, and misery
Seen with such bitter familiarity
Filled with useless catastrophe
Trying to steal what's left of me

Spitting upon all I have that's left
Vileness threatening to fill the cleft
Of the burning void that feels bereft
So focused upon this world's dying life
That I can't see through all this futile strife

Don't worry now I promise it will be quick
It will feel just like a bee sting, just a little prick
You might feel warm and you might feel a little sick
Just let the truth sink in and let your dose of reality stick.

It's time to put and end to this putrid blight
Infecting my soul and trying to end my light
I will no longer give into your lies and night
I am stronger now can't you see I have no fright?

So I am embracing my pain and melancholy
No longer afraid to accept reality
So I wont' accept your folly
Of mistaking me for who I used to be

Past time now and the hour's growing late
Time's clock just might my soul berate
If I am tardy to my date
With destiny, my chosen fate

Breaking free of all this hate
To see with eyes unclouded

09/27/2004