Written in the Spring of 2004

Watered-Down Days

Trying to open exposed doors

Breaking down all that I hold sacred

Finding nothing beneath my sheets

Praying for understanding

Dying for another day

Passing each light of filtered pain

Wanting far more than what has begotten me

Inducing another cold, rainy night

Feeling each rain drop as tear drops

Disturbing the fabric of my youth

Crying for another chance

Asking for one more sparkle

Living, for I must live