My soul has an antenna
picking up bad vibrations...

The last session, my mouth is dry
I am not allowed to move around...

I came across a field of unfamiliar flowers
their scent carried a spice...

I never completely understand
that the colors of our past can change...

Time does not bring relief
the lies you have told...

People were gunned down
bullets flying through a church...

I am a child of darkness
pain resides within...

I have distanced myself from the circle
trained myself to be alone...

Depression is all I know
I have lived with it for so long...

The wind is gone
cooler air has moved in carrying a distinct smell...

It's a sadness so intense
a loneliness deep insight the heart...

A journey we must take
we slide, crawl, learn how to sit up...