Stumbling around in the silence, a world of worries, responsibilities and distrust weigh down on the fragile shoulders of my insanity. Stopping for a moments rest before I begin my journey of survival all over again...I sit. I wait. I breathe deeply, savoring my temporary peace.

Picking up my burdens, my responsibilities and shame. I continue on. I walk through the worn and torn streets, garbage swirling around my feet, smog clouding my thoughts and lungs.

A thief steals my hope, a taxman takes my pride. I'm stripped bare of my light, till I've been plunged back into the darkness. Left, used and abused to gather what fragments are left, so that when they come again, they leave happy...an idea I have long since abandoned...

Slipping into lifeless routine, days all slip pass. Memories mingle and slur, till there's nothing but a confusing blur. Caught like a rabbit in headlights, captured by the gleam of the Worlds 'welcoming' existence...you all expect me to survive. But when a rabbit versus a car.... there's no imagination needed to know the outcome.

"One day you'll wake up to reality...and die."