in my memory i think i see a point of reference when i lost me
it seems to be a time in space that was to big to remain in place
and this knowing is only useful as a place i can mark
as the time when it had its start
to end me

was it consciousness in my demise that led me to be unwise
or just a whim when dreams became a reality that i could name
and once the devil had been called down
i made a choice and only found
the devil was me

now i suffer in the loss of the paying of a never ending cost
because of a whim that a dream took as time to remain
in anothers mind in so many little things
that combine in time to become a monster she cant control
and when unleashed the monster eats my soul
and reminds me of the point when i lost me

so a question nags my thinking
like a scar that she keeps picking
and i have no hope of healing because i cant see the cards shes dealing
but they fly face up and sherieking
why
and i try to explain the devil and the bigness of the place
where time was inside space
and who i was when i began my end
but she stares at me with emptiness
and i flail at her with no success
because i dont know how to explain
that we share a similar pain
and no matter where i am or when
theres a common point of reference
but there is no common sin
and still this useless knowing is only a place i mark
as a time in a space
where theres another place i start
to end me