for as sure as the wind blows,
for as sure as i am to crumble
this heart will follow a scene- played by clowns in suits of disguise
I'm trying, really i am trying- but for as sure as the wind blows, i will foreclose, this disquieting void
to only whom may listen, i will tell a tale full of lies and findings of others
for to empathy is a fate to ones mind, a shape of soul- poured into the voice of my innocents, poured into my self-hatred.
