Blame By: SheridanCraneFitzgerald@hotmail.com I'm screaming inside, Cries echoing in this void. My soul is tortured; My devotion is unalloyed, Ultimately destroying me In this path of nothingness. Thus, I am to be blamed. It's my fault, I confess. Why this blackness permeates me-- I knew it would, of course. I knew that, in the end, Melancholy would be forced. I dove in too soon, And escaped much too late. So, you see, it's true: It is I who must be blamed. BACK