8 acessos
Question marks
In my head
My mouth cried
And my eyes bled
I streched my thoughts
Put them on the rack
In a mind so dark
It's almost black
Strategy
These distorted, contorted
Ideas of mine
Are telling me something
I think it's a sign
Hidden meanings
Found deep within
Brought fourth
With the tip of a pen
Then all these thoughts
Are on display
Part of my lifetime