Alone I Die, Lest I Learn To Fly
isolated on this lonely isle
filthy, dirty, wretched, and vile
GRAY MATTER
twas it a matter of conscience?
how then twas much of me conscious?
encyclopedia of MORALS
gone over and over and over again
to this torment shall there be no end?
WHEN BOUNDARIES BETRAY US
twas never meant to do harm
must then be taken so by his charm
the year of MAGICAL THINKING
became a score and two of its dark spell
secretly keeping in me heart this hell
Our Game
twas to be so innocent but of course
yea innocence twas lost through subtle force
I NEVER PROMISED YOU A ROSE GARDEN
memories forget any pledge be made
but untold confessions of being afraid
F.I.A.S.C.O
be tangled in this failure
abandoned feel and out of favor
Body and Soul
harm not one without the other
heal not one without another
A Death of Innocence
isolated in this lone isle
must me thoughts and I reconcile