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Bring on the Fog (October 27th 1983)

So once again the darkness have besieged me

Ahhh, I can wallow in my depression

Sweat fog embrace me, make me whole

Shower me with delightful drops of uncertainty

Make my heart race with the anticipation of nothingness

No feeling, no questioning, guide me to that dull peace

Make me tingle with emotionless excitement

My heart beating, its thumping so faint a doctor could not find it

Now I am there, lying on a black rain cloud

Riding on a shooting star whose light went out millions of years ago.

Looking down on an earth without its blue glow

Daydreaming about sunshine, bright colours and cotton candy

I must wake up, but I can’t, it’s too peaceful here

Too comforting to my soul

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The Aftermath A soldier’s life

She lay in her room with her eyes open wide

Shadows dance on the ceiling above her

For she is dead when she is with the living

But alive when she is with the dead

She lay there welcoming the nightmares

For these people, their mutilated bodies

They understand, they know how she feels, they care

In a world of millions there are so many lonely people

She is one of the lucky ones, she has her nightmares

She wakes up in the morning not really wanting to face the world

For this world is not really her home

These people are not really her species

Strange faces, strange ideas where does she fit