Windows of shattered dreams.   Laid out before me.   My broken reflection hauntingly stares back,   As once again I pick up the pieces of my mind.     Rebuilding myself again.   And I know what is done.   The smaller pieces lost.   They used to be large,   But now they are gone.     I cannot find my hope, my joy or my life,   Just empty splinters embedded in my mind.   Causing me pain, I grimace in awe at the overwhelming pain.   Caused by what I've lost, by what has been destroyed.     My scars start to bleed.   From my wounds of sorrow,   I watch the blood run.   A release of my self-hate,   And still the blood flows…     Scarred all over my body.   With each scar comes a memory of pain.   Though it's hard to tell now, they all look the same.   Awaiting the day when my blood is no more,   Maybe then the pain will be gone.   I await my death with both relief and with fear,   I sense that my shattered mind knows it is near.     (Music – Greg. Autumn 1993)   (Lyrics – Greg. 9/1993)