December 26, 2002
I’m always running behind. Every night there’s another traumatic event, leaving me drained and weeping. Why are the stars always misaligned? I look for a message of hope and renewal, and find only destruction and ruins amidst this chaos. Mistrust breeds and hate seethes out of your pores, like the sticky sweat dripping off the newly convicted. Now you’re imprisoned here within these four walls, no way out. Captivated by my cruel intentions, condemned to witness the disintegration of all our dreams and desires. I am the evil warrior, my lance penetrating your heart, as you lay bleeding and dying.