these words i speak
mean nothing to me
but they break the hearts of others
im letting my flame be smuthered
by my hopeless quest
to find my true test
of my reality
only then will i see
ive got it all wrong
theise words are not a poem
but a grotesque song
of our well being
only the devil will be sining
washing away our huminity
the only thing left is insanity
nothing more than
this little song
to guide us all along
