I fall on my knees before the eventide
The split in my mind
Where fantasy meets purgatory
The dark enigmatic questions come to me
But the answers evanish before I can collect them

Dried dead daisies filled their place
Crooked and torn I bandage my bloody knees
Yearning to coalesce with the souls I see before me
But I know I truly don’t belong

...though I try 'til I'm fully bandaged
Becoming a thing you cringe from
But you still can't see me
© 2006 DAM