the walls
enter into my mind
fact or fiction
leading into the blind
melancholy of
unsolicited rhapsodies
played out of tune
screaming..let go
the terror..let go
soon..Mother do you
think I'm good enough?
will I fail those
who need my blood
the more..If I fail
who will pick up
the flag of disconnect..
Tears come to my eyes
when I hear that one
song..played out in
a sympathic ear..
Am I the only one
who hears..Soon
cometh the end of
time..they're all
laughing now..soon
will be shed tears
of blood..in Mother
Mary's eyes..
the walls keep
us safe from harm..
maybe just..
keeps us in..