| Untitled Getting the spins - making me sick. Confused, unsure..frusterated fool. Does this mean that and that mean this? Do i know any truths at all? Despair sweeps in on an icy wind, Delerium is soon to follow. Each wispers lies and truths... Both lies and truths cutting me, Making me bleed inside. Bones snap, mind breaks, voice screams. Nothing seems sure, each day's events Toss my life and any truths away again. Trying to be normal ---- ends up Doing more damage then expected. Every road travled, every corner turned Brings frustration. Enough spins, why must everything be disguised... For once....just..truth? |