posted September 20, 2006 12:32 PM         

Not once did I among the few
Call after you and hope to die
To tumbled echoes rattling
Along the ragged edge of sanity

No band played on for you and I
No credits rolled to our demise
No clever sense of irony
Did lend to our finality

Sweet, sweet and blissful calm
Whose waves wash to serenity
And vanity is pushed away
Instead deep insecurity

Grim fears of hope of saving fate
Of twisted once-upon-a-times
Which menace my dementia
This oft sought melancholy