• A walts with Isolation; My turn!
    Internally SO cold I can burn

    With a single movement

    I feel you slipping past me
    But you wont! WONT LET ME BE FREE!

    My sanity needs Improvement

    Stability ripping at my head!
    Living by fake smiles instead

    A temporary success

    The world has yet another with a tortured mind
    Closing in? ...CRAP! Numbing me blind!

    Now look at me! Must I confess?

    Looking upon this tragedy, who must I be?

    For, the one at fault for my insanity IS me!