Tuning my thoughts
To match my words
Tied into knots
Of broken lies
Defeating smile
The ten yard mark
Saw from a mile
All bite, no bark.
Bottled sadness
Soon to explode
Constant madness
A fading light
Dimming darkness,
That stole my fight
My will to live
My only right
It's been reversed
Flipped on its head
Reverse of what's not.
Wish I was dead.
Enjoy.