It's been a while since I lost track
Of all I aimed for in my life.
All rats left the sinking wreck
I share with the spectre of my life.
Reality is just beyond that line
But in this corpse I'm not alive.
A wrong turn, a twist in time,
Stop me living a spectre of a life.
If I were dead I needn't care
For the blood drops on your knife.
Stabbed dreams become nightmares,
A flashing image - spectres of my life.
No meaning in all that you gather;
No one gets out of life alive;
No things or feelings matter:
Lessons taught by the spectre of my life.
13 August 2005
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