I

i'm not sure i can leave
because i'm pretty sure
I've already gone
last night, and every night
has the air of goodbye
and each day is a jail sentence
waiting for the eloquence of darkness
we all slide down
lost into reflection
and lost is the key
when you don't belong
inside or out
mind, body and soul can't make a decision
heart and skin want desperately to part
blood has set it's self free
to run with the tears
rushing to meet the river

(Found in a book, written by my hand dated 1998. I don't remember writing this)