Tortured Soul
I’m weighed down by a tortured soul...

Frozen and wide-eyed, I stare down the hole.
Part of me wanting to fall...

She grasped the edge and pulled on up
her fingers bloody stained...

Set aside a rose for me
upon the dusty shelf...

You enigma and fake,
you're breaking my heart...

The circles get darker and wider to see
fatigue is my mistress...

You stand there O so innocently.
Your morals - clean and white...

I'm just the dust on the clock
rarely shined, left so grey...

Help me please - I'm all alone
I'm trapped inside this hole...

Sing, my dear lovely, to light up the dark
with passion so blinding to idol the lark...

I tried to be passive and throw up my wall
say, "No men shall pass,&quot...

Though I may be young
and innocent in self...