... bitter stones in my eyes dragging the ground weighing heavy on my lacerated heart Missing the sound where the beating starts where life, like the sun, shines and pulls me into the day. Instead, I wake with a mind full of crimes filtered into rhymes Sadness still clinging to the corners of my mouth Eyes still stinging from a conversation gone south Sight flooded with doubt Lies reaching to the skies when I fake a smile But my eyes can't hide the toll of this trial. 4/15/15 ~ 8.22a