things this is the start the beginning and the end. a place where things are made created to help meant to mend broken, they are providing so little... no help at all. not fixing a thing... only empty promises, are what they bring. a closed off part, a piece on its own. hidden from sight... left to live in a box, occluded from all. it exists there, for each moment it lives. no hope of change... the box is strong... and sealed, is the lid - Liquid Steel [4.17.2000]   [[ back ]]