The Night That I Met You-

You Seemed So Familiar,

An Innocent...So Vulgar,

Like The Children I've Known.

I Felt So Nostalgic-

With Weeping Confessions,

Your Bloodletting Questions,

Made Me Feel Less Alone.

The Children Are Gone Now-

Even Though I Still Breathe,

I Know I Can Not Leave,

Though Memories Make Me Cry.

I Think I Now Know How-

Reflection Might Save me,

Allow Me To Break Free,

As Long As I Don't Die.

I Dream Of Escape From-

The Nightmares That Haunt Me,

That Grim Reaper Taunts Me,

This War Without An End.

On A Night When The Darkness-

Will Fall And Embrace Me,

And Time Will Erase Me,

I Won't Have Lived Longer

Than At Least This:

Dear Friend...

-For Ian-