What is truth? Is it an illusion in our membranes...

Wide awake eyes open but thats only 4 my outside...
smiles grinding my teeth keeping the outside...

Impregnated with life, a little clone of ones self...

The shining prince he was one of our own,
Gave hope to the faithless and showed the facts to...

Since conceived at birth there was a thunder...
A cursed seamen just like your brother a rotten...

My paint is in flux, Intertwined with the paint...
This brush is my own. My thoughts, undefined. This...

A creation marvelous separated by age and address...
your personality astonishes my heart it just...

What is love? Is it hard to define? Is it a lie...
Is it disguised as a porcelain shrine? But is...

See life is nothing more than instants and images...

When my body gets stiff and my soul start 2 lift...