| A chance to clear my mind A motion moving back the hands of time Crows feathers tickle my feet Satans demons invade my sleep Water flows at waist level Too much time to ponder your hell Give in to them and loose myself The strength is dissipating, I can't ask for help The lights are fading, the final evening near My hairs stand erect, those voices I hear Fires continue burning lost souls Is there any sustenance to fill these holes Conversation an ill fated dying breed Rotten dried up soil to plant the new seed Finding a truth to base all else I've finally lost faith in even myself. |