Salty Sorrow Sea - Dec. 2007
Maybe I am who I say that I am,
or maybe I am not.
Maybe I'm a real person,
or maybe I'm just another randomly
disfigured after thought.
Might have lived and died already,
tried only to fail repeatedly.
Now on uncertain terms and trembling legs I stand unsteadily.
Tripped then fell and now resting wickedly.
All is seemingly spiraling darkly downwards,
I've always been unruly.
I am the relentless reaper of my very own soul.
He who steals a...
or maybe I am not.
Maybe I'm a real person,
or maybe I'm just another randomly
disfigured after thought.
Might have lived and died already,
tried only to fail repeatedly.
Now on uncertain terms and trembling legs I stand unsteadily.
Tripped then fell and now resting wickedly.
All is seemingly spiraling darkly downwards,
I've always been unruly.
I am the relentless reaper of my very own soul.
He who steals a...