Publisher's Synopsis
Gazing out across these dreary waters as I feel
the bitter-aggressive wind in my pale white face.
I can't help but wonder was it all worth it.
Watching the waves crash brutally below
me as I stand alone on the wet, damp rocks above.
I try to imagine my life as if it were somehow
different. Could I have made better choices, a
different path?
Seems so vague now. Seems like decades, this solitude.
So many memories flooding my immortal mind...
So much time has passed since that dreadful night
in New Orleans. Truth does hurt sometimes.
No regrets, really, for what I did, if you
could call it regret, only for what I lost.
Love was real seemingly, or what I thought to be love.
This is my tragedy...
