Deathwatch - May 29, 2000 1 2 3 4 slowly counting the days that I live the ways that I died. For every year of existence I have lived but half a day and those are far and long apart. Stolen moments in a year of emptiness I awaken only to realize that it has passed. And the return to somnolence has begun, as the cloack descends unfeelingness and distance swirl sheltering the memories from sunlight. - title by TC