The Original T's blog: "The Machinist"

I haven't come here for forgiveness
I don't expect your sympathy
Some bridges burn beyond recognition
Some chances aren't meant to be

But in this life of quiet desperation
In my moments of timeless indecision
In the language between weeping and anger
Lies the soothing comfort of intimate strangers

I am naked here...in this room
I feel the spotlight I embrace its warmth
I share my scars...my open wounds
Driving my demons back into the dark

And in this life of quiet desperation
In my moments of timeless indecision
In the language between weeping and anger
Lies the soothing comfort of intimate strangers

Eyes close...light fades away...fades away
Night goes...hollow words we say...fade away