| Drifter |
| She was the sadened and confused soul that sat on the last pew searching for self discovery, yearning for a life she had never knew drowning in a world plentiful of hipocrites, swallowed by their lies longing for the truth, not yet knowing all it shall bring are long painful cries Lies are torchurous, but what is not? Lies comfort you for a time But the truth embeds the scars deep within, worn by so many, so undefined She is what they call a lost soul, she truly is Torn between reality and fantasy, truth and lies, its all within our mind, this crisis As she looks across the room, seeing all the smiling faces she forms a hatred for all the fake expressions, lieing eyes, such a disgrace It is all a conspiracy, she thinks to herself, she is alone Damned to hell for eternity for realizing the simple resolution Religion isn't real, its an illusion, as she came to this conclusion she will think how she will, she is her own God. And that is her decision |