o tired of the weight upon my chess trying to keep the faith so lord please do the rest vision blurred like I just had a cataract in a familiar place yea a cave of my pain always getting fiction were the truth lacks feeling enslaved by my kindness like a slap on my back wish I cud wash the blood off the pavement but the stains forever there right were my heart died and bleed pick it up no one would ever dare care like I was a ghost I swear they walked right by but who is one to say this isn’t jus a picture I draw In my own mind visionary fiction and thrones for a bed violets are blue but the roses are dead spirit so low can’t reach me in my own head sanity’s calling me but I’ll take Sybil instead
