besidebeyondbehindbefore Caxton Losing the words already lost. Painting the picture but with no paints, or stencils, or pens. Forgetting, right then, what I had just learned. "I can't go on" I'm whispering to myself... "I can't go on" Crawling on my knees, Im shivering, I'm losing all faith.. In everything, In anything. My world turns from grey to green to red, almost instantaneously. And the pain in my head, hurts more and more with each shuffle. I push myself, to crawl to the purple tree beside the stream beyond the stars behind the sun before my God. I know not what this world teaches me or I forget it quickly. But I will hold onto all of the things he says.. at least try. But now, I am as old as I am grey I just ask you one thing. Will you follow me.. beside the stream, beyond the stars, behind the sun... and before our God? 040411 ... werewolf ah 040411 what's it to you? who go blather from