What have you done to me? I no longer know up from down, Nor where to look when I am down. I want to love you, but I'm afraid. These dreams they come, these screams they run, these screams she hears the scrams I fear. Confusion has taken me to her breast, and life no longer seems worth it. I want to know what to do, and how to deal. But all the things I feel are mixed up inside. My one friend isn't here to guide me anymore, even though I know he wants to be. But why waste effort on guiding the dying, but to their grave? For surely that is what I'm doing, wasting away from the inside out as my heart empties and I shut down forever.