"Another Night"
    Kristoffer Lawson, 16/04/1998


The night outside me covered my light. A small becon piercing the crumbling 
structures by which I used to live. I could see the people following blindly 
what artificial truths existed. They are so lonely in their mediocre lives.
So shut out by the darkness around them. Choked by their own shallow rivers
of sickness. Why does reality break and destroy that which is only a stream
of passing insanity? Why does it peel off my grey skin and scream in agony 
until my ears bleed?

I took it upon myself to see into the shadows and what I see there is my
own contradiction. The colours of black playing games with the tiny source
of light. Turning it away into the dense mist until it finally disperses.

The light never knew what happened.