When addressing the bones that hold me up I notice they still stand strong, Even when my weak morals seem to only crash down... Down towards an underground life.
Thoughts subdued in poison; A disappearing mystery. No control of emotion, The definition of perplexity.
The enigma of the mind That withers in the winds of time.
Still I search for that unknown which hides itself from me; Slipping past the shadows, Of the ghosts that I once knew. Even I have become a memory-- Rushing towards a synthetic manifestation.
A truth discreetly concealed, Scars proclaiming sincerity, The moment of self-affliction Where I finally choose To change my character and direction.