never have I felt more pain
than that of violently becoming insane.
coursing through each thought, each vain
this stubborn fight and sun and rain
crawling through this tunnel once more
this tunnel built from stone and gore
conflicting
careless
measured success
Boiling
baggage
fragile princess.
words that flow from mind to pad
that flow too slow and often sad
imagine a world, not of power
a people caught in this constant shower
a shower of gold, diamonds and lies
big lies
small lies
mend not your eyes
For being blind and deaf is normal today
and
being cold
dark
and
lonely will keep them away
the pain longing for some salvation
my constant fear of no preparation
for the future is not what i think it might be
i've planned and planned and never been free
now I jump teeth first into the terror below
My heart and soul
for into the fire I go.
