How much is real?
It's getting hard to feel...

In a pocket nestles the left hand
A peculiar reaction to an otherwise...

It's just a pin prick of pain
In your eyes, I should know...

The fog invites a black decay
Inviting and insisting pain...

Short fuse, live wire,
Unsuspected means of desire...

Melt thy tear to a salted flake
And expose its harmful truth...

So it is said upon other words to be chosen
Time was escaped if for only a few moments...

Im Hells disease you shove away
I'm an unbroken record...

I hold you close to my heart
yet you seem to slowly work me apart...

Anger scream my name
as I know you always do...

"Life is tough." the old lady sighed
its not what it used to be...

California lays in my eyes
the derams of life untold...