Doom is my companion, he breathes me Death is beyond my grasp, it taunts me My love has gone missing without a trace My spirit lost in an in-between place
Such is my pain, have I lost this game Pictures fade, faces without names Reality an infection growing in my brain **** sweltering heat, I wish it would rain
This bed I have made on broken glass Where nightmares linger, sweet dreams pass This dread unending, this ache that dwells I am but a ghost of a man in my own hell...
Traveler Tim I think back to when I wrote this, I was in a prison cell with no idea of when I would ever be free again.