Lights out, all but the screen before me. now, don't have the ability to write right now. See what I mean? I accidentally rhymed now with now! Tired and down, a bad day forgotten for a precious short moment, guilt suppressed not by spirit but by spirits. How do I answer the question? How do I explain the sadness? Guilt? Pathos? Love? An unhealthy troika if ever there was one! The honest approach I've been too scared to try, praiseworthy in others but too tough for me. For me I just hide. In dark dusky corners of life's mainstream I play, amongst the lonely and twisted, the nightowls and lurkers. My game is quite simple with very few rules, just keep your head down and do all the hurt, let no one get in to where the innocence lies. These eyes, these eyes, for small comfort he cries.