again the one time that I feel inspired my body felt its soul it whispered of forgotten love of happiness and woe traditions lost and promises that lasted not a day in its finest linen, I know the things I dared not say it speaks to me, but not through words or thoughts spend spitefully but rather through each yearning stretch where I yearned rightfully is that it now? I hear myself has my soul found a voice? should I find my Bible and choose to make a choice? no, the demon answers back, no, I say again the cotton stuffed inside my ears has never needed friends I still know that, deep inside a conscientious girl with longish hair and an intense stare an irridescent pearl can sing the depths of my twisted mind the words to take me there