The blue ink that flow so freely,
Paints a picture of insanity's sane...
Camouflage colors
Worn straight across...
A porcelain doll,
In the window display...
Let the chance of fortune,
Twist and burn in loves...
There is a place,
In my head...
We're supposed to be united,
Strung together...
I'll begin at the start
i can't write, can't rhyme...
Consuming thoughts
haunt my dreams...
The eye of the storm
comes sweeping in...
"Im sorry once again
I never could see...
Running voices
fixated on the rain...
Mirrors, they tell us lies
Show us things that are not true...