Lamented Despondency

I look back at nothing, Questioning my singulation for pain. The torment, the tears that flowed. Living my death every day. Seeing my death and fantasising regret from those I once cared for. The foolish dreams of my once young mind. Now void of hope. Aged so quickly before it`s time. And no one could see or hear me, Confusion was my only friend. In the dark I grew, Twisted and torn from the intense cold that poured over me, I searched and found, In the dark so long that now I may see, Through humanities` ignorance, lies and stupidity. But the pain still breathes inside of me. Pain. Pain. Inside of me… (Music – Bryan. Autumn/Winter 1993) (Lyrics – Greg. 1992/93)