In shock I write without knowing where to begin
A heart weeps innocence even if I can not perceive
My soul's pain sleeps upon the imaginary bloody sea
As the waves of desolation travel within the lonely me
My original state of mind does not deny the fall
Of the cravings and doubts I think I may have
Thinking substance drills in me deep within
Madness of sick emotions sleep quietly in me
The spoken hurtful words brake my stubborn heart
A young gorgeous flower needs her fallen sight
Honey for my eyes must leave me feel intact
Guide my steps and foot prints in my tearful eyes
What is it that I'm writing or the message here
Don't know what to tell you... Is a shock I dared
To write just for a moment without thoughts of fear
Is what I call a poet without false pretends
Clearly by my write you can simply see I am in a state of confusion...