Secret

I think

I have thought

that the brink

is comming naught

the lies and the secrets

are doing me in

come by and beseech me

I'm dieing within

my soul is twisted

and my mind

(supposedlly gifted)

has begun to unwind

I'm letting go

I don't care

I'm letting go

I'm not even there

if my heart beat were

to slow down

I think i would stop

and enjoy the sound

like a song

that slows

like a song

that flows

in and out

and in again

your another hit

again

is it a mistake

is it what I think it is

or is it what I make

but it was always his

and in the back of my mind

the thought is lost

temptanion is what I find

shh let my being be covered in frost