Something in the way you speak to me
Voice smoothing out the wrinkles of my soul...

I stuttered and stared
Watching my train of thought...

There is a darkness on the edge of my soul
From being burnt one too many times...

Black is the night creeping eternal
Smothering all in its vise like grip...

Sitting there upon the bank
Feet dangling below my knees...

Rain pouring down upon my head
Wet sand clinging to my feet...

Just like this life I am living
The forces of nature are infringing...

Practice what you preach
Do what you say...

They kept bringing the drinks
The munchkins had the 'shrooms...

I have worked so very hard to carve out a life of...
Standing tall refusing to bend on matters of...

Belief structures will be the ruin of mankind
Causing wars, deaths and tyranny across the land...

Wave after wave crashes upon my shore
Pain washing over my empty, haunted soul...