Rejuvenate myself
Confined within the lines
Turbulent the passing
Deceitful are my crimes
Endless wandering onward
Sleepless are the weary
Time to open my mind
So I may see more clearly
Pass the time of day
Forget what killed off love
Hate the void inside
Massacre the dove
Deny all my regret
Blame you for my lies
I killed myself for less
While sure the devil cries
And though the stars still shine
Shaping our moonlit sky
I ponder over love
And why it had to die
Chris Townsend
July 3 1999
