It's tragic,
search these hands for a bit of magic.
The spells and tricks to make pain disappear. Wish I had it.

Collective,
read through my thoughts of these message.
Collective,
of my thoughts constantly burning.
Deceptive,
the will of change barely yearning.

Soon I'll leave my doubt,
surely what's eating me in must come out.

Not done till my heart's  complete,
run away from the trouble. Lord where are your hand's retreat

I just need to escape,
holding odds of the stakes,
Shadowy mind stuck in the clouds.
Heart out of line in foreign states,
playing the fool out of bounds.

O' the escape. ...