Each stroke a thought confined
Hidden visions of the mind...
Freedom given
by the way of these chains...
Offer your excitable tears
and sing your empty words...
Brick by Brick I chip away the mortar
My only fear is what you will find there...
Don't I know it
I never said I was a poet...
Life is a self-consuming flame |
So many emotions and so little comprehension its enough to drive a person insane |