The pain of happiness burns my wounds
I fall asleep praying I can awake from this dream
I know I have to awake sometime soon
I'm seeing things that before, I never would've seen
I feel myself becoming exposed
Like The Hand is slowly uncovering me
Since this situation has arose
Unnecessary infatuation is smothering me
I'm addicted to things that I despise
And I look back and can't find where it started
Nothing ever catches me by surprise
My *intuition has departed
This flesh will soon lye in the soil
Welcoming a load of turmoil
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