March 9, 1998


There are those who believe in me giving strength to a poet in distress. I can go on with this knowledge.

I have risen above an idol that once inspired me to proceed with a childhood dream. In the eyes of my confidant there exists admiration that is indeed appreciated.

Ignorance. Paranoia. Self-mutilation. Hatred. Jealousy. We all suffer from minor downfalls.

I love to behold what can never be mine.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist