Feeling battered & bruised
but the only thing bleeding is my heart
Forsaken was I
for the only thing that matched a
hollow soul is a hollow heart
Only getaway is in my mind
of black sands  
so beautiful you know it mustn’t be true
I’ve been so disconnected that it’s seemed as though it’s a constant
But the only constant is time
But even a concept like that is like
swallowing a boulder
You’d think getting older
getting wiser
getting bolder
you’d have A concept down
What is it;
Power?
Lust?
Greed?
Too fixated on the pleas
Only place they’re coming from
is from my heart when I’m on my knees
asking for peace