Sinful insanity-
tore my grace by the vanity.
Broken image of a forgotten soul
spirits be untold.
Mirrors that eco the mold
of a sanity that beholds.
Going insane is no game
you can call me crazy that's okay.
If I knew what's making me loose my mind
that would be a deathly crime.
Imprisoned by the widow
catch myself looking out the window.
Hazy daze forgotten rain
fog that shows the way.
Sights of signs that show me the wrong way
every turn is the path journey to be unmasked...
lies unfilled by haunted memories
trama repose of gloomy days that are unwetherly can't keep the blues away from the gray day. Graves to be unmistaked word that had me breaking. Points of what not's tell me that I'm un-sought. Forgotten...