Awake

I have been driven from sleep by whispered echoes
I know the truth, despite the lies they have told
Still they rend, still they tear and still they scathe me
I suffer them and pray, to myself if none other, for release
To sleep, the deep, black sleep of silence and peace

oh yeah, I've also got a headache... go figure... :p

To those that have come before

I enjoy my own style.
I enjoy my own music.
I enjoy my own family.
I enjoy my own space.
I enjoy my own life.
I enjoy my own freedom.
Without it I couldn't enjoy all the other things.

To the men and women that have come before me and made everything I hold dear possible, thank you.