August 28, 2004
Do not find me nowDo not seek me out
Melting through the furtive ground as I decompose
Allow this evening to delay infinity, grant me such repose
Do not ask me why
Do not hear my cry
Servile to darkness, quenching further the fear
Despondent to the gaities of Saturday night's cheer
Do not dare to repeat
Do not hold up last week
Intrepid security, shining the light upon all I lack
Knowing so much less is too much to
ask
Do not give me grace
Do not keep this pace
Do not let me feel
Do not make this night real