Bachus13 Aug 2003

The well is dry.
Yet, buckets keep coming.
Falling into that blackhole.

Wishes & drowning shimmering coins.
Aged leaders weighing me down.
Distant circles of light.
But miry walls keep me trapped.
There was a ladder.
But I've long since hit bottom."

Thank you, I did an edit for you too. feel free to pick and choose from any components i've modifeid or introduced. I am very flattered as always, and am your friend.