Short supply

I try to touch memories

the winterwind took from me.

My life seems to be darker than Ebony,

there's nothing ahead I can see.

Hope, where art thou when I need thee?

My heart weights minimum a tone

pending my body degree by degree.

It's painful to walk this world alone!

My own reflex talks to these walls:

I know my sanity is in short supply.

The smoke in the air makes me crawl,

I wish I could not cry.

Hatred, without thee I cannot survive,

my soul has been shattered by (in)humanity.

Only in thy arms I feel trully alive!

Please save at least my tired sanity.

(Escrito em meados de 2006)