[This was originally published on attrition.org. The exact publication date is not known. This was written between 1998 – 1999.]
forsaken, lest my gods roam todays scorn mixed with yesteryear shame igh nah sergaht nith ra tu ze dah' - and my shame runs deep lonely tear flees from mine eye crashes down onto a denim knee finally caught in my only lie blind reading of a history i didn't see muinq'elare' de solarith se' pah sempre ilrah - for guilt is a ruling passion eighty two decades in one stay long nights in an otherwise short life a world rapidly on the downward spiral another last chance to right my wrong az de larr telorono 'cha min ara'stuhl to endenare' - to kill the sadness one trespass into restricted thinking to flesh out the pain we feel the solitude we want, we demand irony splashes off our reality again with pain one is undone and attrition is my name