8/23/02

"The pressure is ever so  s l o w l y  rising...
Do not be my scapegoat.
'I was looking for you, Catharsis, 
Where are you?'
You came and went...
Now I am left to swallow it all.
Do not drain the essence of life from me anymore, 
Everything... so fake, so well hid.
No, I won't speak a word, not a word.
This is changing me ever so s l o w l y.
Can you not see?
I fear I am falling on an axe.
I fear of falling for an ...
I want it back..
Give me my air,
Give me my water.
I want it all back."