rudderless on a sea of pain, the rising tide of CP has flooded the few islands of hope.

I'm adrift in a sea of pain and misery, trying desperately to hang on

I'm alive and I am dead, my soul has been torn from me

not even a dream left.

every thing they try is like going into a firefight with a peas shooter.

I beg my God every night to take me home but for now I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep. but soon comes the time when I can in good conscious terminate and go home.