From the Light End of the Tunnel. 8.31.01 It has been long since harsh things were said and meant Ragged words hanging from corroded lips I grew soft inside the wrapping-paper of my skin; deep in my bones, light stretched its wary fingers For I am a child to your consuming cruelty no longer I find my voice once more and a single word can speak volumes And I wonder why I wasted so many pages on you...