23 July 1998
Where The Sun Still Seems To Set

This life slipped through my pleading fingers-
And I can no longer hold the choices that were, it seems, so easy to have to make.
Out of my control, let fate open up these wounds
that had managed to fade to scars of haunting memories.
Early to bed tonight, only gives me more time to think
about	the one I love to hate
or hate to love.
Serenity replaced by confusion-oblivious to time.
How much more or less am
I going to have to take?
Betrayal of and by the subject of this grief and unknowing hurt
towards the one who deserves much more.
Time for a change and I know that I was used.  The one who cared, who'd do anything was led towards the light, but wasn't told that hell
would appear with the setting of the Satan sun.
Days go by. Each one seems to swallow the last of the
sanity which had been carefully revived.
Satisfied with what I have?  Not when I'm wanting more or less.
Each rise brings about a shaded devilish light which sits
stone-faced, as if, somehow deprived.
Complaints from the one who won't let me forget
broken promises and visions
Where the sun still seems to set.