It's just one of those nights br That chooses me... br I don't choose it... br I'd much rather be... br Sleeping br br But instead... br I sit here... br And type away.. br Through the tears.. br What I mean to say... br Is... br I'm haunted... br By memories of the past... br They creep to the forefront br They skuttle my soul br They overtake all... br That I might know... br Who they were... br br Those memories... br Boy from window fell... br Woman burned in hell... br Young wife impaled upon... br Headless fellow...now belongs... br br That I have seen or been... br A part of these themes... br Makes me sad... br Relinquishes my soul.. br And yet... br I know... br I had to... br God! Someone had to... br Why not I? ? ? br br Tomorrow... br The tears shall... br Dry from my eyes... br Life will resume... br And all will be well...again. br br But...tonight... br Tonight...