I drift off now and slip away
While cloudy thoughts begin to stay
No longer do I know what's real
Who's alive or who's been killed
I see the shadows slip on by
And question why they cloud my eyes
The answers now, I do seek
Because of them, I am meek
I think back to the times of play
It seems like only yesterday
How I wish to return again
And be alone with true friends
I know soon one day I'll return
And end inside this awful burn

October 14, 1990