A glance backa glance into the now

Tears sweeten the daybut the aftertaste is bitter

Where are the good old timeswhere is my dependence – bullet!

In your presence my memories swallow me

Moment for moment you throw me back

A new waythe same pathsold fears

I'm the tool of my demons

They hide the depths of my soulin darkness

(I'm not ready for this wayto open upto give – blade!)

Let me go before I endlonely.

I cannot be what I am

Fill me with new hope.