Numb
Stainles steal
Strike gently
Still suficiently enough to feel
Now this is the proof i`m real.
Shall I expose myselve to insanity?
In either case it`s difficult to say
Listening to your heart is a livelong game to play
Do I really like to dance that way?
Oftenly I found that reality is just a word
There is none
Perhaps I`m just to bored to live on
Strong urge to fly
Tired of living.
Rather wanna die
But still love to be giving.
I realize this is just a phase
This pain, a merry go round
Once again my head has become a dark place
Isolated and lost
Unable to make a sound.
My body feels criple
My mind has become weak
How am I able to find
If i`m not even certain what I seek?
Dave.B