I'm sleeping with a knife again I'm just a drawing on the wall Sooner or later everything falls apart Every day a punishment I have tried so hard to do right Fought to heal every hurt Every turn I take Leads me back to where I started from All my dreams They die on me And I don't think There's ever healing it The days grow long Filled with empty hours When I wake up alone With these shadows as my only company Splinters of glass at my feet Silence in her white dress Like dust on books no-one reads And beds no-one sleeps in anymore (Speechless nameless sleepless alone) "...the fog is rising" [Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)]