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12/23/01



hanging on

this target of doom

looming beacon of light

from the gloom



greeting me

like the friend it pretends

to be and is not

oh that i break free from it's grasp



dare i cast away this friend

who has ever been with me

from the beginning

of whatever time i have now



lo if i soon shall pass

this friend shall remain

some small legacy to my life

ah... there was his crutch



they shall say... his downfall

casting their dispersions

but what other legacy

shall i have



stepping out on my own

and then passing...

shall leave me with naught

oh look!  they'll say then...



he is gone.

but where are his chains

what a shame

he left nothing behind



oh that........... what was his name?

i don't recall...

but had that crutch just remained

they would remember it all



but why shall i care

it won't matter when the life

has gone from my breast

soon enough that friend shall desert me



like all the rest

but this one is silent

waiting, for me

looming



do i dare to leave you dear friend

do i dare

to turn off that switch

that binds us



do i have the courage

to live every moment for my own

i shall give this question my time

all my time from now on



perhaps, my friend

if we could just chat for a while

you can help me to decide

what to do with you



and i'm just a bit lonely

all the rest of them left me

oh crutch

i hope you won't do that to me