PASSION is tied and crocheted together
with unraveling PLEASURE twisted in emotions
a sadden soul is dying yet no one cares to know
sorrow is drowning any small faint of GLOW
covered in the shadows of a sandy desert island
the stench of worry LINGERS the air as
hesitation stains the heart black with PAIN
like a FIRE that has not completely lost control
a wall of distrust stands with burning halls
of brick crumbling through the mind crevices
strangled by the tightened barbwire of MEMORIES
poking and cutting through the DESIRE to dream
leaving behind deep scars that still hold HURT
there's no TIME to question the INSTINCT
this heart that was once filled with LOVE
is now covered with a fading perfume of sadness
there's no way to escape this TUNNEL of confusion
this garden of hell has taken over ever inch of
this MISTAKEN yet unsolved JOURNEY