Inconsistency
Contradiction all the time...

Wrap yourself in the diffident word of literature,
By opening your psyche to the world unknown...

Wrap yourself in the diffident word of literature,
By opening your psyche to the world unknown...

I can’t make it true
I can’t make it real...

Mystical and striking
Enduring yet enchanting...

You sit there looking at me with a messed up face
Asking me why are you mad...

Sitting there with all the loneness in the world
Staring aimlessly at the window’s frost...

As I look at him
I am often reminded of the dreadful...

I like watching the moon,
He fills my heart with fire...

I can’t make it true
I can’t make it real...

As I struggled, like I often do when...
Writing any kind of literature...

Just one time I wish you could see me cry for you
The willingness to die for you...