September 20, 2004
Rest these aching limbs, be still my throbbing headQuiet all the form and flutter, let me sleep instead
I've not the reason or the understanding as you revel in pure disgrace
I've not the courage or desire, to show my hollow face
Such shocking pain, from overfull to empty sight
An entire world tossed away within the passing night
What I knew and what I had; how I labored and where I went
Stripped away of everything, of all the years I've spent
Nothing lies before me with nothing in its wake
Nothing forms inside me; there's nothing more that you can take...