At twilight hour I throw my hope for the future into the fire, as I look back over my shoulder and I wonder why did it all fall asunder - why did everything fall apart, why did I make the mistakes I made, why did I allow someone to once again capture my heart and take me for an emotional ride to a place from where I now feel disgrace? Maybe this is my penance for something I might have done in a past life? Maybe this is the end that has always awaited me: a pain in the chest that hurts like being stabbed by a knife? It's all my own fault, of course - I know that it is... It's always me who finds himself on the losing side of a game that he was never meant to win. Why does this always happen? Why me? Why now? Why then? I thought today was special, I really did... I thought today was beautiful - but I did not see the demon who was hidden behind the smile of the face I thought I knew so well but who in truth was the face of a witch. As evening becomes night I look at the glowing light in front of me and I hope and I pray that I will be saved from the pain of yesterday - because I do not believe that I deserve to feel this way time and again; or maybe this repeating pattern is my true fate? As I prepare myself for what awaits me, after all the lights go out, I close my eyes still holding onto hope that tomorrow will be a true new beginning and a step towards the good and away from all the bad days.